Day date

For a couple of weeks, we have been looking for some goats for the girls to have as 4-H projects.  It has not gone well.  As in, I was either late to the game, the prices were a lot more than I wanted to spend, or the people were basic a-holes.  We were supposed to meet a guy next week to buy 3 does.  He started demanding money up front.  Uh I’m sorry but no.  I don’t think giving money to a guy I have never met, based on a couple of pictures on the internet seems like that good of an idea.  Deal off.  

I told Jim I was about to give up, and I was going to head to a couple of goat auctions that were coming up.  The first one was today at Clay Center.  Jim agreed that we could make a day of it.  So we got up early, got gas and snacks for the ride, and headed out to see if we could get our hands on 3 goats.  One for Harper, Saige and Evelyn to use as 4-H projects.  

Jim’s job….rein me in and keep me on task.  

But then Jim went to buy lunch.  

And they broke out the bottle babies. 

And whyyyyyy are they so cute?  

And cheap.  

And Jim was actually encouraging me to buy more. He is still in training on the reign in Hope job.  

Funny story.  I bought 2 bottle kids.  As in won bids for 2.  But when we checked out, they told me I had 3.  I argued, but they insisted.  Now, we have Boer goats, and there is no way this thing could be confused as a Boer. But he ended up in the back seat with the others, and so now he is Wrenley’s baby.  

And Jim was correct in saying whatever he cost us, was worth the great laugh we got out of his crazy behavior all the way home. Jumping around the truck, screaming and biting me.  The other cross bred bottle kid is Easton’s.  We will fatten them up, and they will sell them.   The little Boer baby I am hoping will be our replacement billy, however he is fairly lethargic this evening. I am sort of worried about him. I added colostrum supplements and nutri drench to his milk.  Fingers crossed.  Jim already named him “Gruff.”  He is pretty tiny for such a big name.  

And look how happy Easton was to begin his career as a goat farmer. 

I can’t wait for the girls to come over tomorrow and see their babies! 

If you ever want to make this girl truly happy, give me a day at an auction.  If you want me to be even happier, give me the checkbook at an auction.  Fill the back seat of your truck with bottle goats and the bed of the truck with kid goats.  Buy me a sale barn brat and then sing along with the radio all the way home.  Days like these are my best days.  Glad I could experience this one with my best boy.  (Love you Jimmy). 

Couple side notes. Yes we drove through Manhattan today. No, we did not stop to see Preston and Sunny.  It was fake pattys day and we are just simply too old for that mess.  Preston knew and agreed that he had company coming, beer to drink and no time for baby goats or old parents messing up the “holiday.”

Also I went to this sale intending to buy 3 goats.  And I did buy 3 goats. Plus 5 more.  It’s called goat math and we don’t question it.