Ms Luna Tick we found at the stockyard in Crossville. We’d been to the flea market shopping and stopped to look at the goats in the stockyard/auction parking lot. She was easy to get along with but it was a package deal, her son, whom we named Elvis, had to come along. Told she was a milk goat, convinced us to take both goats home with us that day.
At that point our milking area was not completed. This offered Luna the opportunity to jump from the milk stanchion over the wall and out the back. Ah yes…a milk goat if you can catch her. Getting this goat to agree to stand still took 5 point restraints. We acquired some small animal collars and tied them to the back legs of the stand, did the same for the front legs and still had to tie a collar to the ceiling as Luna would plop down on her belly to avoid being milked. Back then we had much more energy and perseverance than we do now, we won. Luna became a milk goat, tho not ever giving much.
What Luna lacked in milk capacity she made up for with character. She would scream at the top of her lungs to get us running just to see her smiling (she really did smile) at us running like fools. The neighbors thought she was “cute” when she jumped the fence and joined them for coffee and cigarettes in the morning on their back porch.
She was a goat to be remembered. A good mom. A fair milker. And an absolutely adorable pain in the butt.
Having decided to sell the farm and retire my mind is full memories from the past 18 years. Will attempt to share them with you during the fall and winter months.
Naturally, we will start with the goats. Our goat adventure started with three girls we purchased from a fellow named Boyd. Gabbie, Mollie and Suzie were the first on our farm. Their stall area was completely built and set to go well before we had walls in our barn apartment. (But, then again, we are still without finished flooring in some areas of our barn home.) Mrs Boyd named the goats in honor of students at the school where she worked. Would like to meet these children sometime.
Suzie was my all time favorite goat. When doing workshops she would keep the others from jumping on participants. She’d head the herd out to the field and always bring them back on time. She was easy on us humans but tough on the goats.
Mollie was our “spitting goat” she did not take to Larry and would spit at him whenever he had to deal with her. But, we later found out, this is the way she treated Mrs Boyd as well. Perhaps she was just smart enough not to spit at the person doing most of the feeding and milking.
Gabbie was our best milker at the time. She was giving over a gallon a milking and we were milking twice a day. One day we noticed a drop in milk and thought she might just be stopping as kidding was getting closer. Not the case. Walked in and found her milking herself. Her udder had gotten so large she was able to turn her head around and nurse herself! This was such a hoot we thought about stopping her with a bra of sorts but she was just such a character we let her keep enjoying fresh milk.
This weekend I’ll be at the Expo Center in Knoxville. Anyone needs anything special please get in touch.
Next will be the Apple Festival in Crossville’s Homestead area.
October 7th brings the Pumpkin Festival in Allardt, TN
Not going to Ketner’s Mill this year so it will be back to the Expo Center Flea Market in Knoxville.
Hope to see you around!