When Son One decided to become a goat herder, I didn’t realize how fast the family would grow. My husband and I jokingly referred to his first generation of goats as our kids. This spring their kids had kids so we now have great-grandkids.
This is Cash (named for the Man in Black), with his mom Poppy in the background.
Here are Flatt and Scruggs (no idea where those names came from), offspring of Iris.
Cute, huh? Unfortunately, they’re all male so there will be no milk or cheese–just three more hungry mouths to feed. Not exactly sustainable.
More importantly, they’re Pygmy goats, not Cashmere. What was Son One thinking?!