I have the absolute most perfect job on the planet. I raise nubian dairy goats and make goat milk bath and beauty products with their milk. Working from home has been a lifetime dream of mine. I just didn’t know that it would take 10 acres, miles of fences, several outbuildings, and livestock to fulfill it.
I birth the babies, milk the mamas, and make the soaps and lotions. That’s starting at the beginning, isn’t it. Actually, the beginning goes back to breeding the right buck to the right doe to get a confirmationally strong baby and body condition. But that beginning goes back even further, too. Sigh … there is no end to getting the right start. You just start where you are then figure out the rest.
Most folks who breed goats were lucky enough to be born on the farm and continued in the family business. My closest encounter with farm life was spending summers with my grandparents — both sides. So maybe I’m reclaiming my youth. That’s good. My childhood memories of running up and down cotton rows, crawling through an abandoned pig pens, and collecting eggs from the hen house are warm and fuzzy if not a bit black and muddy. But one of my favorite memories was of taking the halter off my horse Dolly. She wouldn’t let me put it on, my grandfather had to do that. BUT she would lower her head so I could take it off.
Think about that for a moment. A huge animal (horse) knew that a smaller animal (me at 8 years old) would do what the huge animal wanted simply by lowering its head. Working/playing with animals ignited a passion within me at a very early age. Thank you Dolly.
Unfortunately that passion became hidden when my teenage hormones erupted. Don’t many of us lose our minds when hormones erupt? … moving on … .
These hormones took over. I got married too early had a beautiful baby boy, then got a divorce when the guy took off his navy uniform. ugh … . Yup, uniforms do make ’em look better!
Didn’t graduate from high school. But have managed to earn two graduate degrees and have enough college hours for three more degrees. School was a p-r-e-t-t-y good deal after all. I became a sponge and just couldn’t get enough learning.
That learning passion continues even today. I’m always researching and improving my goat milk bath and beauty products as well as working to improve my goat herd’s creditability. There’s no end and I like it that way.
Now I need a horse so I can name her Dolly. Actually, we need two horses. This current husband of mine has been around for more than 30 years and is my soul mate. He’ll have to name his own horse, though.