Goat

Picture this: It’s a crisp autumn morning on my uncle’s small farm in rural Pennsylvania, and I’m seven years old, armed with a bucket of feed, convinced I can outsmart a herd of goats. Spoiler alert—I couldn’t. One cheeky Nubian doe named Daisy spotted my wobbly approach, dropped her head like a furry battering ram, … Read more

Hey there, picture this: You’re out in the yard, minding your own business, when a scruffy little goat wanders up, stares you down with those weird rectangular pupils, and starts nibbling on your favorite rose bush. You shoo it away, chuckling about how dumb these critters must be. But hold on—I’ve been around goats long … Read more

Imagine scaling a jagged peak in the heart of Andalusia, your breath ragged against the crisp mountain air, when suddenly a shadow flickers overhead. No, it’s not an eagle—it’s a tiny drone, humming like a distant bee, scanning the rocky slopes for signs of life. Down below, a herd of Spanish ibex clings to sheer … Read more

Hey there, fellow animal lover. Picture this: It’s a crisp fall morning in Washington, D.C., and I’m weaving through the tree-lined paths of Rock Creek Park, the scent of damp leaves mixing with the distant call of a gibbon. My heart’s already racing because I know what’s waiting just ahead—the Smithsonian’s National Zoo and Conservation … Read more

Imagine you’re out in the crisp Derry morning, checking on your herd of goats as the mist rolls off the fields. Those sturdy little climbers have been your reliable sidekicks—milking well, kids bounding around like furry springs. Then one starts limping, her joints stiff as old boots. You call the vet, and suddenly, you’re in … Read more

Hey there, friend. Picture this: It’s a crisp fall morning, and I’m out in the backyard with a couple of tin cans rattling in my hand—goat treats, of course. My little herd of pygmy goats comes bounding over, their tiny hooves pattering like rain on a tin roof. There’s Bella, the bossy one with the … Read more

Picture this: It’s a crisp autumn morning in the rolling hills of Northumberland, and you’re hiking up a misty trail when suddenly, a pair of curved horns catches the light through the fog. There they are—the Ancient Cheviot goats, scrambling over rocks like they’ve owned the place for centuries. Which, of course, they pretty much … Read more

Picture this: It’s a crisp fall morning on my small homestead in rural Alabama, the kind where the air smells like damp earth and fresh hay. I’m knee-deep in a pen full of frisking kids, coffee mug in one hand, clipboard in the other, sizing up which does will make the cut for next season’s … Read more

Hey there, friend. Picture this: It’s a crisp fall morning, and I’m out in the pasture with a couple of mismatched buckets, calling names like I’m directing a barnyard comedy. “Pippa! No, not the wheelbarrow again—get down!” That’s my life with goats now, but rewind a few years, and I was just like you—curious, scrolling … Read more

Hey there, fellow animal lover. Picture this: It’s a crisp fall morning on my small hobby farm in the rolling hills of upstate New York. The leaves are turning that fiery orange, and I’m out feeding the herd when—wham—it hits me like a wall. That unmistakable, eye-watering tang that screams “buck in rut.” My Nigerian … Read more