I have just been released from a day of haying, so I think I’ll take a minute to sit in the shade on the porch and introduce myself. My name is Terra, and I am the eldest of the Boss Lady’s two daughters. I suppose I am the head milkmaid. My sister does as much work as I do, but I like to think that I rank slightly in front of her, mostly because I am the one that always convinces the parents to buy more animals: only a HEAD milkmaid has that kind of clout.
This spring I convinced my family that goats were a good idea. My sister and I grew up with goats, and my mother loves making goat cheese, but we have struggled with the animals themselves. They’re like fencing cats, and they’re destructive and discontent, BUT, they make sense to have! They keep blackberries and brush out of the pasture, produce milk that is much more palatable than the cows’ for the bummer lambs that I sometimes have to raise; and, as aforementioned, Mom loves to make cheese from their milk. You know what they say about Momma being happy. (Okay, admittedly Momma is not a goat fan and was not happy at first.)
We have only ever had Nubians, so I decided to move away from those altogether, hoping that perhaps breed has something to do with our dislike of goats. I have really liked the idea of Nigerian Dwarf goats. I liked the idea of shorter legs for reduced jumping ability, I liked the hardiness of them compared to the other dairy goats I’ve been around, and we really liked their butterfat.
I have gotten to where I only want crossbred animals; not just F-1 crosses, but mixed breeds from whom I select to get animals that work for my situation, land, feeding, etc. You will probable get to hear a lot more on that in the future if my mother continues to let me use her blog! So, I was thrilled when I found a friend in Bakersville with Nigerian/Saanen crosses. I was excited about them for a few reasons (excessive adorableness aside): they had a very high producing breed as one parent and my darling Nigerian as the other; they were white, and therefore have slightly lower mineral needs; they were from someone whose herd health I trust; and, okay, they were so cute! My sister, the most adamantly anti-goat member of the family, was instantly won over and bestowed the names
Trinket and Rhynestone (insisting that it be spelled with a Y).
So I am hoping that these two pretty ladies will help me turn brush land back to pasture, help me feed orphan lambs, and give me lots of good milk next year!