The title of this post was going to be Totes My Goats but I could hear Toby’s voice in my head saying “Ouuuur goats” so I had to change it. They are our first real farm animals (the chickens are easy!) and we are in this together. This is a post about the Nigerian Dwarf Goats we picked up two weeks ago. They are dwarf milk goats that can produce on average one liter of milk per day that has 8% butter fat.
They are the cutest most adorable little beasts. I’ve never had experience with such affectionate livestock. They “baaaaa” every time they see us and run up for kisses and cuddles when we get close.
Toby took the lead on finding the right farm to get our goats. After much searching he happened upon The Potting Shed, a garden center and hobby farm owned and operated by Jack Kent. Jack was super helpful and enthusiastic about getting us set up with our own herd. He sent us a video of the first kids born and pictures of our future goats.
Two weeks ago we drove out to Dunnville, ON and picked our five goats up. The garden center was spectacular! There were beautiful plants, stunning flowers, rare trees, peacocks, goats, fish and chickens.
Jack took the time to show us around the place telling us all about how he and his partner became successful. We learned a bunch and had a blast! I highly recommend stopping by the potting shed if you any where close! They also have a really great gift shop with all sorts of rustic garden decorations.
I really can’t say enough good things about Jack and the Potting farm.. but this post is supposed to be about the goats so let me try and get back on track.
Before leaving I prepped the car to transport 5 goats for 6 hours. I laid down a tarp and tied it up so that it would not slip when the goats move around. I created a divider using some hardware cloth we had lying around for the chicken coop. This was a very good idea because the goats tried very hard to come sit in the front seat. I finished off by lining the back with two old duvets.
We left the house just after Toby finished work and drove straight to Toronto to have dinner with some great friends. We stayed the night in the city and took off first thing to meet our new babies. As soon as we arrived at the potting shed we knew that we had made a wonderful choice. We explored a little on our own before finding Jack. He showed us around and brought us to meet the goats. It was easy to see which ones were ours because they had been tattooed that morning and still had green ink on their ears.
We loaded them up as Jack gave us all sorts of tips as well as hay and feed to get started. Finally we said goodbye to Jack and all the other animals and started for home. Immediately the goats pooped everywhere and baaa-ed there little hearts out.
It didn’t take long for the goats to settle down and get comfortable. The ladies cuddled up together in the back while the boys stayed closer to us.
We drove straight to Kingston with no problems. We stopped in to visit my dear friend Laura and to introduce the goats to Caitlin and Tom. As Toby ran to grab Caitlin and Tom from the coffee shop down the street I stayed with goats at the car. It didn’t take long for a crowd to form around the car – at least 20 people were gathered to meet our new gang.
We had just decided on names before driving into the city. We went with a movie theme, The Princess Bride. The tricolour male is Fezzick, the brown and white male is Vizzini, the larger white and beige female is Buttercup, the smaller female is Bella and the tricolour female is Montoya.
After leaving Kingston it took no time at all to make it home. We backed the car right up to the fenced in area behind the house and introduced them to their new home. We ran around with them snapping pictures as fast as we could. Frisk tried to herd them which was very impressive.
The first week the goats ended up sleeping in our breezeway – which will smell like a barn forever more! But last weekend Toby build an amazing improvised shelter. It is made from cedar posts, salvaged barn boards, salvaged tin and some 2 by 4’s we had in garage. It looks rustic and beautiful, the goats love it. The ladies are sleeping there and the boys are sleeping in an old chicken coop that came with the house. We could not be happier with the goats. I’m glad we decided to go with milk goats instead of meat goats. Not ready to slaughter an animal I have raised.
We welcome visitors to play and help out on the farm! Please come on out!