When we bought our place, we were THINKING about dairy/ fiber goats, and John was not even sure about the 2 does I was begging for, for Spring of 2020. Last August, I found a sweet mother/ daughter pair of Nigoras, but realizing there was NO ONE within 200miles with a buck of the same breed, John (grudgingly) and I agreed to take the incredibly sweet bottle-boy buck, who was the the younger doe's sire. We drove from central MO to central NB, in November, to pick up the little trio. So, my goat math started. When we were getting closer to milking time, and separated out our sweet buck, he became very lonely and needy. The original plan had been to hold onto the first buckling, to be his buddy - but, we lost him. So, in June, we started looking for another sweet Nigora buck, to join our little herd - and picked him up, last week. I'm perfectly content with these 4, but looking forward to breeding time. I started doing the gestation math, to plan it. As I'm trying to decide how far apart I want to shoot for my girls kidding...
John piped up, out of the blue last night, with, "I'm getting goats!" Me: blink, blink. John: "I'm going to get boers." Me: "mmmkay... this is going to be *your*
project, then???" John: "Yes. No getting attached. These are freezer goats. I'm going to get a buck and 2 or 3 does." Me: blink, blink. "Ok! When?" John:"I found a breeder, and they will deliver a buck, next week. " Me: BLINK, BLINK, BLINK "Wow! That's... fast." John:"And?" Me:"ohh... nuttin. It's all good." My brain: GOAT MATH IS CONTAGIOUS!!!