Life Has Its Own Plans Sometimes

It’s funny how life is sometimes. You may have the best of intentions in trying to do good things and life just steps in to give you a learning moment. We’ve been trying really hard to live more sustainably and to be better prepared for the future. That’s a lot of the reason we moved to where we are and why we are doing the animal thing and the other efforts that we’re documenting on this site. The hard part is that it takes a little money to do these things. I’ve been doing some side work in the evenings to help pay down debt and pay for some things that we’d like to have for our farm. We are due for a fair size check at the end of the month. We recently paid off our credit card (again) and had decided that we were going to use the money on buying all of our bee equipment, we were pretty excited.

Well, shortly after we made that decision, our truck broke down, both sets of cars need at least two new tires and a broken thermostat upstairs is going to cost $200 to replace. All these lovely life events combine together to zap that extra money that we wanted to use for the bee equipment. We’re grateful that we had the money to cover all these issues, it would have ended up on the credit card if it weren’t for that check. I just wish that working hard could go towards what we planned not trying to fix stuff that shouldn’t be broken in the first place. Sometimes you wonder if life is just against us or that we’re being punished for something. But I know that God doesn’t work that way. He absolutely cares for us and is mindful of us but He’s not going to cause my truck to break and most of the time He’s not going to prevent it from breaking. We need to learn how to make our way in this life without Him having to carry us the whole way. We need to involve Him in our lives and our problems but realize that he expects us to do everything that we can. I also think that He’s very ok with us having bees, we just need to prioritize and make sure that we’re using what He gave us the best way we can.

The Spice of Life

One thing that I really enjoy about having our own egg laying chickens is the variety of eggs we get. We get really tiny eggs, we get massive double yolker duck eggs. The colors range from white to dark brown to green. It’s nice to see that the Lord does really create us all differently. The world may try to set unnatural standard on us, like eggs having to be white, that doesn’t make it right or healthy. Mostly it’s just boring to be all the same:

Getting Started With Your Own – Meat Chickens

We watched the Food Inc. documentary a couple of years ago and we were very impacted by what we saw. We almost stopped eating/buying all preprocessed foods but we decided that we should go with a more measured approach. One of the things that really stuck out in my mind was how poorly the meat chickens were treated. It’s no wonder they have to force feed all those chickens antibiotics, they’d be all dead from disease if they didn’t. We’ve wanted to raise our own meat since then. We’ve had chickens for quite some time but we were a little hesitant to try our hand at the meat chickens.

We had heard about this awesome breed called Cornish Cross that would be ready for the freezer at 7 weeks. We had seen a few people online mention that they can be hard to keep alive and I had a buddy that did them awhile ago and he didn’t seem to think it was a worthwhile project (part of his problem was that he kept them in his basement, eww). The problem with the Cornish Crosses is that they grow so quickly that their bodies seem to struggle to keep up with the growth. They often die of heart attacks or break their legs because they can’t support their own body weight. The forums at BackYardChickens talk about all sorts of ways to help keep them healthy. One thing that helps is having birds that have pretty proven record of doing well.

We found that the Cornish Crosses from Murray McMurray had awesome reviews about the healthiness of their chicks. In the spring of 2012 we finally decided to try our hand at the Cornish Crosses from McMurray. We ordered 25 birds from them to arrive in June. I don’t think I would start with more than 25. There’s a bunch to learn and it’s better to start with a lower amount. You should also think about when you want your little chicks to show up. These guys get pretty big, very fast. If they are their biggest in August, they’re going to be pretty miserable. I think the ideal slaughter times would be when it’s a little cooler like late spring (April/May) and early fall (September/October). The nice thing about this breed is that they don’t need to be under the heat lamps as long as their other feathered cousins because they grow so quickly.

There are three basic stages you have to worry about for Cornish Crosses: Chick, Adult, and Slaughter. The chick stage is from the time you pick up your chickens from the post office until they don’t need a heat lamp anymore (around 4 weeks). The adult stage is from the point that you remove the chickens from the lamp and from the brooder box until it’s time to put them in the fridge. The last stage is pretty short, just long enough to finish them off.

Here’s a list of the items that you’ll need by stage:

  • Chick
    • Chicken Brooder
      Just a box to hold the chicks. I just use what is available around the place. A cardboard box will do just fine. You may have to upgrade to a larger box as the babies get bigger. You’ll want to have something like pine shavings on the floor to absorb their droppings. You may have to change out their bedding after a little bit. Do not put the box on carpet because they will spill their water and it will leak through. They are also pretty smelly, noisy and generate a bunch of dust so keep them out of the house.
    • Heat Lamp
      Get the red colored lamps because it’s not as harsh on the babies. They need to have it around 95 degrees their first week. Here’s a good article about the temperature that they need. Keep in mind that these chicks grow faster than normal and will need less heat sooner. I find the best way to tell is to look at where the chicks are. If they’re huddled underneath the the lamp, they’re cold and you should lower the heat lamp. If they’re in the corners of the box, they’re too hot and you should raise the heat lamp.
    • Waterer
      Make sure to use one that is meant for chicks. They may be able to drown themselves in an open bowl. You can put marbles or little marble sized rocks in the water to keep them safe. You’ll need to clean it out once a day.
    • Feeder
      The feeder can be about anything but if they can stand it, they will scratch in it and poop in it.
    • Feed
      e just bought one bag of medicated chick starter.
  • Adult
    • Space
      For awhile we just put the juvenile chickens in an old mobile dog run that we had. It is about 8 feet by 4 feet. It didn’t work out too well because they got out too much. We ended up putting up some cattle panel and stringing up chicken wire around it. This allowed them plenty of room to roam, and kept our laying hens out of their protein heavy feed. We actually lost 2, lost as in dead, chicks due to the dog run not giving them enough room and shelter from the hot sun.
    • Feeder
      You’ll want to have enough feeders or big enough feeders that all the birds can reach the food at once. They will step all over each other and push each other to get to food. If your birds aren’t getting food, they’ll be too small when it’s time to harvest. Make sure you get a high protein chicken feed. These guys grow so quickly that they need the high protein to support the growth.
    • Waterer
      Same as feeding, make sure that they can get to their water and keep it as clean as possible.
    • Shelter
  • Slaughter
    • Sharp Knives
      I can’t underline enough the importance of having sharp knives. The first time I slaughtered chickens was just plain difficult because I didn’t have a sharp knife. You’ll need the knife to remove legs, wings and to begin cleaning the bird
    • Knife Sharpener
      Even if you start with a sharp knife, they go dull after a bit. This little beauty has been a great addition to our kitchen/farm. I bought mine from Lowes for pretty cheap.
    • Disinfectant Wipes
      Always a good idea to wipe down your surface before and after each bird. You’ll get blood, guts and poop on your surface and you don’t want that getting on your meat that you’ll feed to your family. I also wipe down the knife between each bird.
    • Friends
      Slaugthering 25 birds can be very daunting. Invite some friends over to help out. It’s especially fun to invite newbies over. You all get to joke about how gross it is and the leavity makes the whole “bloody” process easier. I took care of a couple of my birds by myself last year and it was a little lonely and not as near as fun.
    • Latex Gloves
      You don’t want to use normal gloves as you’re pulling gloves out because you need the sensitivity and who wants blood and guts all over your nice gloves. You could do it barehanded but I find I’m a little braver and tougher with a pair of gloves on.
    • Two 5 gallon buckets
      When we kill our chickens, we either slit their throats or remove their heads and let them drain their blood out into one of the 5 gallon buckets. It only takes a couple of minutes. You’d be surprised how little blood is in a chicken. The other bucket is for tossing unnecessary body parts (head, wings, legs, guts) into. I usually don’t toss this into my garbage because I don’t want this stuff stinking my garbage can up until the garbage man comes several days later. I’ll try to run it to a gas station’s garbage dumpster. Just don’t forget to run it over, I forgot one time recently and that was a foul mess that I had to clean up.
    • Traffic Cone
      I know, not what you expected. The traffic cone works really well for holding the chickens after you’ve removed the head or slit the throat. You just cut off a few inches off the tip of the cone and flip the cone upside down and slip the chicken through the larger hole. The chicken’s head should pop out the narrower side. You can then place the cone in the five gallon bucket, the base of the cone will sit on the top of the bucket. It will only take a minute or two for the chicken to drain out.
    • Hose
      You’ll need to hose off the chicken once it’s been cleaned to remove left over feathers, blood and etc.
    • Cooler with ice water and apple cider vinegar
      You’ll toss the chicken into cooler when you’re all done. The vinegar is a natural disinfectant and will kill whatever needs to be killed. The ice water will help preserve the meat. Once I’m done for the day, I’ll put the chicken carcass into freezer bags and put them in the fridge. We usually let them stay in there 1 to 2 days before processing them.

I found this YouTube video to be very helpful with the slaughtering step. I forgot to make a video of our own slaughtering. I’ll make one the next time we slaughter in the spring.

I’ll have Amber put a post on how to process these guys and I’ll put the link here. By the time we were done with these guys, I was ready for them to be gone and I really wasn’t sure that I wanted to do it again. Now that is has been a few months, I’ve really enjoyed having the chicken meat in the freezer and look back at the whole process fondly and I am quite pleased that our little family was able to provide this meat for ourselves. It’s quite the feeling to look a meal and 80% of it came from our own little farm.

Feel free to post any questions or comments. If you’re close to my area, I’d be willing to show you a thing or two.



Now They’ve Done It!

This day has been long in the coming but they finally did it. The pigmy twins have broken the camel’s back or as you can see in the image, the apple’s branch. Our poor little apple tree started with five branches that were all different grafted apple varieties. As of Monday night, it has two left. They had removed (broken) two of the branches last summer. Monday night TaLula broke off the the third branch. It was the only branch that gave us apples this year. I guess Cael had accidentally let the darn goat out of the pasture and Amber could not catch the stinker. I wasn’t feeling good that night so Amber didn’t tell me and thought that she would just stay in the garden. Apparently the apple tree was just too much of a temptation. I went outside and saw TaLula chewing on the broken branch. She got a quick boot in the hiny and ran very quickly back to the pasture.

The pigmies really have been a big pain lately. They’re not as friendly and sweet as our lamancha goats and really like to get into things. They were Amber’s pets so I really couldn’t do anything about them. Amber finally had her fill of them and we asked our neighbor Chad to see if he was interested in owning two more goats. He said he was and came over Tuesday and took our pigmies away.

It’s a little eerie and quiet right now in the pasture. I really like it. I can open the gate without having to push an annoying little head out of the way. The kids can go do their outside chores without worrying about those little stinkers getting into  our hay supply. We enjoyed having them for the last two years but we’re ready to move onto different things.

Yeah, I’m With The Goat!

This is the story of picking up Leila from the fair on 9/13/2012. We had arranged with Bruce from Rusty Gates Ranch to pick up Leila from the fair at 9pm. I was not super excited to drive down to Salt Lake that late but I guess you have to follow their rules.  I realized as I was getting off the freeway in Salt Lake that we didn’t have Bruce’s phone number so we could meet up and I didn’t even have his name. Amber had arranged to meet him on the thirteenth and had forgotten to get his information. So I tried to use Dex on my phone to look up his information. That was hard and obviously wouldn’t work because we didn’t have his name. We did remember the name of another lady that kknew Bruce and tried to find her number. I found a number with the same name but it wasn’t her but I ended up having a lovely conversation with that lady about goats. I decided that I would just try to meet Bruce in the goat barn, I kind of remembered what he looked like but I for sure remembered what Leila looked like.

I’m now at the front gate, telling one of the gate workers that I bought a goat and need to pick her up. I really didn’t want to pay for another fair ticket and I wasn’t sure what the process was for removing an animal from the fair. The gate worker was super nice but didn’t have any answers for me. He called his boss over and he didn’t know either. So the boss called his boss to find out where I was supposed to go and to do. The whole time I have a Bluetooth headset in my ear with Amber on the call. She’s making lovely comments to “help” figure things out. The gate workers finally decide that if I want to drive my truck “closer”, I’d have to go further down the road and take the goat over to the area next to the stadium. If I wanted to, I could walk Leila through the fair and just leave my truck where it was. It seemed pretty silly because to get my truck “closer” would actually require more walking from the goat barn to the truck than just leaving it, so I opted for leaving it. They let pass me through without having to buy another ticket, sweet. Ten bucks saved!

I finally make it to the goat barn and see our cute little Leila in a pen and was relieved that she was still there. I didn’t see Bruce anywhere around but I do see our friend Nita a little way away. I ask her if she’s seen Leila’s owner (remember that we still don’t remember his name) and she asks where their pens were. I point over to where Lelia was and she gets a weird look on her face. She tells me that the Petersons’ son had a bad accident early that day and they had left.  Amber, who is still talking in my ear via Bluetooth, starts to freak out that she’s not going to be able to get her new baby. Nita has phone numbers for all the goat people at the fair so she gives me their number so I can figure out how we were going to get our goat. I try to call the Petersons but  just get their voicemail so I leave a message saying sorry about their son and requested that they call me when they get a moment so that we can talk about Leila. Right when I hangup, another lady that was helping Nita says “Leila, I don’t think Leila was Petersons’ goat”. Long story a little less long, Nita had had a long day and didn’t really see where I was pointing and just assumed the worst and that Petersons were the ones I was supposed to meet. She felt bad. She tells me that Bruce was Leila’s owner and that he was around here somewhere. Probably just went to get something to eat. So I  have to call the Petersons again and explain the misunderstanding, again via voicemail.

I decided to hang out by Leila’s pen to wait for Bruce. As I was giving Leila a scratch behind the ear and talking to Amber via Bluetooth, a lady came up to me and started drilling me on goat trivia. “Why did these ones not have ears”, “Why do those ones have really long ears”, “Why have so many different breeds?”, “Do you really milk goats?”, and on and on. I’m not sure why she thought that I would have answers for her. Two years ago I wouldn’t have. I must have gained some kind of goat aura in the last little bit. Her hubby was either in a hurry or embarrassed by her questions because he kept trying cut his wife off.

Bruce finally showed up with some dinner in hand. We exchanged money, Leila’s registration papers and contact information. We were all set and he said “Ok, just put your collar on her and you’re ready to go.” And I think “Collar, what collar?! No one said anything about bringing a collar!” When we saw Leila last week, she had a very nice collar on her but she didn’t have one now. I start to look around for something that I can use when I see a red scrunchy on the ground that some little girl probably dropped as she was looking at the goats. A little embarrassed, I grabbed the scrunchy and slipped it around Leila’s neck. I’m about to start out when Bruce says that he wants a moment with Leila. He tells her that he loves her, that he hopes she’s happy and to treat us right. It was very sweet. I hope to be that attached to our animals.

I then begin my trek through the fair with my 100 plus pound goat through the fair. I don’t think I’ve ever been so popular as I walked through the fair with Leila and her scrunchy. Everybody that I walked by was in awe that there was a goat at the fair and I’m sure that they were also impressed with the skill and awesomeness that I exhibited as I walked Leila. I heard so many whispers, “That’s a goat!!”, “Wow, look at that!”. I didn’t want to go anywhere without a goat in the future. It was pretty cool.

Unfortunately the walk came to an end and I had to get our Leila into the back of the truck. I hadn’t thought this far in advance but Leila was really heavy and long and I wasn’t sure how to get her in the back of the truck. I tried to give her a heave and it didn’t end so well. Luckily there was a good samaritan close by that saw my first attempt at goat lifting and offered to help. I let him take the head while I had to confront her nether regions. Up she went and right into the cage we borrowed from a neighbor (thanks Chad). She was not too pleased to be in there and she was less pleased as I drove down the road. She quieted down as I hit the freeway, or I just couldn’t hear her due to the freeway noise.

I got home about 11pm and let Leila check out her new home. She seemed pretty pleased with the place and Amber was super excited to have her new baby in the back.

I’ve got to Bee


My wife and I have been wanting to do bees for a couple of years now. Every six months or so we’re convinced that we’re going to do bees and we were going to do it right then and there. And every time we happen to talk ourselves out of it. There are a couple of people at work that have bees and several in our area that have bees and it bothers me greatly that we don’t have them. I think it will be a very rewarding addition to our little farm.

We almost committed ourselves last week to some existing bee hives that some people were selling in Spanish Fork (an hour away) but decided that we wanted to take the beginner’s beekeeping class that our county extension service puts on in the spring. We also didn’t want to take on a hive with so little time before winter hits.I’d hate to invest all that money and have the bees die due to our inexperience. I want to do this right.

The plan is to study up by reading the Beekeeping For Dummies book again, taking the course in the spring, ordering the equipment and bees so that they’re all here by spring of 2013. I’ll let you know how it all goes.

I’ve got to bee so bad.

Getting Started With Your Own – Laying Chickens

So you want chickens, do you?! It can be very daunting to start a new animal hobby. We’ve started new animals a couple of times and each time I was super worried that I was going to kill my new pets due to my lack of knowledge. Hopefully this post will give you a great start and you’ll be able to learn from our mistakes.

First thing that you need to do is decide if  you are going to raise chickens for eggs, meat or both. If you want just meat chickens, you’ll have to look at a later post about that. Laying hens are pretty easy and if you want them for meat when they’re done laying (about three years), you can do that too. Just keep in mind that chickens that are three years old are not going to be the roasting type, they’re better in soups or put in a pressure cooker.

I have absolutely loved having chickens. They were our first rural animal. They are super easy to take care of and require the least amount of work of all our animals.

Items You Need:

  • Chicken Coop
  • Feed
  • Water
  • More Knowledge
  • Chickens

Chicken Coop/Run:

Chickens don’t need a big fancy coop and they don’t need to be super expensive. We spent $300 on our first coop that could hold 8 to 10 birds and I think we paid too much. Check your local craigslist or other online classifieds for good deals. Also check your local farm store, IFA and Cal-Ranch for us. You need to decide how many birds you want. The size of the coop will depend on the number of birds you want. The standard is 4 square feet of coop space per bird and 10 square feet of run space (check here). We fudged this a little and did not have any problems. Just realize that these ladies poop a lot and a lot. Many birds in a small space will lead to a big mess for you to clean often and they will get agitated with each other if they don’t have enough space.

A coop should have a nesting box or two. When we bought our first coop, we were excited to see that it had 6 nesting boxes and thought that would be sufficient for our 8 hens. We soon learned that all 8 birds only used two of the boxes and they chose the hardest ones for us to get at. We closed off four of the six boxes. In our current coop we have six boxes again with 13 hens and they all share just two boxes again. Silly girls. Sometimes we see two of our fluffy butts in the same box.

Also make sure that the coop has a roosting bar. Our first coop had a couple of different levels of bars and the ladies fought and fought  for the highest bar.  Our new coop has a single bar so that they wouldn’t fight as much. They still fight for the spot closest to the wall but it’s not as bad as before. Also keep in mind that the hens like to snuggle, especially in the winter. They don’t need a ton of roosting space. Beware of the area below nesting boxes. Chickens do most of their #2 while they are roosting. So keep the area clear and put something underneath to catch it so you can just remove it, scrape it and return it.

You also need to make sure the coop has ventilation but not drafts. Chicken don’t need heaters in the winter, at least in Utah, but they don’t do well if they have cold wind blowing directly on them. If you do put a heater in with them, they don’t climatize as well and if you lose power to the heater you could lose your babies.  Because chickens are such awesome poop machines, the ammonia can build up if you don’t have good ventilation. That ammonia is not good for the girls or you.

For our current coop we found a used firework stand in the classifieds and paid $150 to have it moved from SLC to our house. It’s not the prettiest but it’s big. We converted the right side to a chicken coop and the left side to a shed/milking area for our dairy goat.


Feeding chickens is pretty stinking easy. We just buy layer pellets from the local farm store. You can make your own if you want. They don’t eat a lot either. For just a couple birds, a single bag would last at least a month. You can buy a plastic or metal feeder to put the feed in. We built the current one we’re using now out of wood scraps. Make sure that the feeder and waterer are not under where the chickens sleep, they will poop in their own food and water.



Nothing too special about watering your chickens. Just get a waterer and try to keep the water as clean as possible.

More Knowledge:

If you have any kind of question about chickens, feel free to ask a question on this page or look at I had to scour backyardchickens for months to feel comfortable enough to get our chickens. They have lots of useful information.



Now for the fun part, choosing your chickens. This is my favorite part. There are so many different types of chickens. Each one has their own unique traits. Try to pick chickens for your needs. There are people down the street from us that get 25 birds of the same breed every year. I like having the variety of different birds.

If you want to research the different breeds, I’d recommend going to the Chicken Breed choosing tool at backyardchickens. They have a lot of breeds listed. Watch out for the chicken math. Last year we were supposed to get five birds and ended up getting 15 new birds.

I’ve always picked up my birds from the local feed store in the spring but you can order them online from places like Murray Mcmurray or you can hatch out your own eggs using an incubator. The eggs should come from someone that has a hen that is “contact” with a rooster or order them from online. I’ve never done the incubator thing so I can’t give you any advice on that.

Once you have your babies, you’ll need to keep them contained in a brooder box. Chickies aren’t very good at keeping their own body heat so you’ll need a heat lamp to help them out. They also a need a special chicken feed called chick starter. It’s typically medicated. After six weeks of being in the brooder, they’re ready to get out to the coop. Depending on the breed, I’d expect them to start laying at 4 to 6 months old.  Every time that we move our babies out to the coop we are very tired of being chicken mamas.  However, every spring we are very excited to have new babies.

Please feel free to ask any questions or correct me if you have a different opinion.


I Feel Manly Today

You know, there are certain days that I don’t feel too manly but today is not one of them. Over the last couple of years we’ve added several new animals to our collection but all of them could be together and enjoy each other’s company quite freely. With the addition of our little Puck the goat, we no longer could let all of them join in the fun on our wonderful farm. Puck had to stay away from the pigmy goats or they would die horrible miserable deaths during pregnancy because his offspring are too big for the little bodies of the pygmies. So to protect unwanted deaths and pregnancies, we created a second pen. The pygmies and sheep still could use the shelter in the other pen.

That worked fine until we got our new Leila goat. She is supposed to eat the real good hay so her milk doesn’t taste like weeds but we didn’t want the pygmies to eat the expensive hay. Thus we needed another separation. We decided we’d keep Leila in the pen by the shed and the sheep and pygmies could stay in the pasture. The only problem was that they didn’t have any shelter out there. A wet goat is not a happy goat. A wet cold goat is a dead goat (pneumonia). We found a guy that had pallets on KSL for a dollar piece and he had four of them that were 6 feet long instead of the typical 4 feet. We put three of the six foot pallets together as the the sides of the shelter and used a four foot one for the front. Put some plywood on the top and voila, a pretty cheap shelter. It’s nice to be able to put something together like this. I’m not super skilled in wood work but this I can do.




Nice Mammary Capacity











As you can read on our Lamancha page, we got a very nice buck from a way nicer lady in our last neighborhood (thanks Nita). So now that we had a boy, apparently we needed a girl goat (doe) to let the birds and bees to do their thing.  She recommended that we go to the state fair to find a good match for our little Puck. She promised that she’d be there to help figure out what the heck we were doing, because we didn’t have a clue. We set the morning of September 8th to be our meeting time. Come September 8th, we’re walking through the goat barn at the state fair and more than just a little overwhelmed with all the goats there. We were very glad to see Nita, we really needed her guidance.

Unfortunately for us and Nita, I guess there were some issues with helping someone judge the goats so she was asked to help. This meant that she was pretty much at the beckon call of the goat judge until the judge had a bathroom break. The judge must be part camel, because we didn’t see her take a break the whole time we were there. We were on our own to look at the goats. She did have the time to point out the three goat breeders that she’d go through if she were in the market for another goat.

We talked to the three recommended breeders and each had one goat that fit our criteria:

  • Had to be currently milking
  • Not the first year milking (we wanted an experienced milker while we were figuring out what we were doing)
  • Price range of $300 to $500

We tried to talk to Nita again hoping that she could just look at the three and tell us the one to pick, but alas, it was not meant to be. She was just too busy being a gopher. She suggested that we wait for the goats that we picked out to be judged by the goat judge. If the goat judge likes one of the ones we pick then we could feel pretty comfortable with our choice. Well, that sounded like a good idea to us.

What we didn’t realize was that each goat was in a different group and we had to see five rounds of judging  to see that all were judged. Watching a lady judge a bunch of Lamancha goats was a pretty novel experience. The judging arena was right in the middle of the goat barn. All the ol’timers and regular goat breeders had brought their own camp chairs, coolers, etc. and were camped out on one side of the judging arena. Those of us that did not realize how long these judging events last were relegated to the hard metal bleachers. The judge would have goats be brought into the arena led around by some 4H student. They’d make a couple rounds walking around the arena in a line and the judge would order the goats in order of their “advantage”. This is the part that I really felt quite uncomfortable and almost embarrassed for those poor goats. The judge started talking about the animal’s teat size, teat placement, mammary capacity and all sorts of other physical criteria. Made me think of the Miss USA contests, don’t know if I can ever look at those pageants the same ever again (mammary capacity and all).

The first goat we liked did the best in it’s group and got second over all. It was a beautiful animal but it was just black, not very exciting for my little wife. The next one we liked got second in her grouping and did not place super high overall. The third got dead last.  We quickly eliminated the third one. I told Amber that maybe we should choose the black. Aliyah loved that one. She was super excited that we were considering her. Amber said that she liked that one but she absolutely loved the coloring of the second goat, white with orange spots. I knew that all hope was lost for me to give her the stats about the other black goat. Once my sweet wife likes a color (whether it’s a house, shirt or a goat), there’s no use in talking her out of it. So we picked Leila from Rusty Gates Ranch because she had cute spots. Poor Aliyah shed a few tears and was a little upset about not picking the goat she liked. A lot of the tears were due to her being tired and hungry  We were told to come back and get her on September 13th at 9pm. I guess the fair has rules against all of their animals disappearing before the fair is over.

Stay tuned for the adventure of picking Leila up from the fair. 🙂