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When God Made Goats

When God Made Goats

I have to tell you… I love God.


I cannot even begin to fathom His greatness.  Every day something reminds me of His glory, of His power, and of His awe inspiring imagination.

Just reading Genesis 1 I literally stand amazed at His genius.

20 And God said, “Let the waters swarm with swarms of living creatures, and let birds[g] fly above the earth across the expanse of the heavens.” 21 So God created the great sea creatures and every living creature that moves, with which the waters swarm, according to their kinds, and every winged bird according to its kind. And God saw that it was good. 22 And God blessed them, saying, “Be fruitful and multiply and fill the waters in the seas, and let birds multiply on the earth.” 23 And there was evening and there was morning, the fifth day.

24 And God said, “Let the earth bring forth living creatures according to their kinds—livestock and creeping things and beasts of the earth according to their kinds.” And it was so. 25 And God made the beasts of the earth according to their kinds and the livestock according to their kinds, and everything that creeps on the ground according to its kind. And God saw that it was good.

26 Then God said, “Let us make man[h] in our image, after our likeness. And let them have dominion over the fish of the sea and over the birds of the heavens and over the livestock and over all the earth and over every creeping thing that creeps on the earth.”

27 So God created man in his own image,
    in the image of God he created him;
    male and female he created them.

28 And God blessed them. And God said to them, “Be fruitful and multiply and fill the earth and subdue it, and have dominion over the fish of the sea and over the birds of the heavens and over every living thing that moves on the earth.”

He made this in all of it’s mighty glory:


He made him.  Every cell, every muscle, every hair He formed.  This mighty and majestic creature was formed by the Creator of the Universe.  Wow.

This wily creature who can scale the flat side of our barn:


God made Him too.  Every claw, tooth, tissue, and purr He knows.

But when God made goats…

I think he laughed.

And no, I don’t think he just let out a little chuckle.  I think it was a big, all consuming, shoulder’s heaving, belly-aching laugh.

How can this crazy dance not make you want to get up and praise our Creator?

How can these sweet girls learning to walk not make you laugh until you cry?

And how can this video of a baby being born not just leave you in awe? (and laughing a little)  (WARNING GRAPHIC)

When it shakes it’s tiny head … I just died. Y’all God is incredible.

I hope these videos helped you remember to praise our Savior today!  I know I am.

Southern Snowapocalypse

Southern Snowapocalypse

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I know everyone makes fun of Southerners for how we react to snow.  I get it.  These people have snow 1/2 of the year long.  They think it’s ridiculous.  But what I don’t think that they understand is for us snow is like rain in the middle of the Sahara desert. Seriously, it’s like being from the red and orange land of Arizona and seeing the blues and greens of the Mississippi for the first time (or second time).  Real snow – the kind that STICKS and you can PLAY in – is so rare.

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Just for today, I want you to put all of your judging aside 🙂 and see this Snowapocalypse through a Southern point of view.  (Seriously, we got like 8 inches.  That’s kinda a big deal.)

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I’ve never seen snow come down so fast and hard.  My hair literally froze.

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We played well into the night with friends and family.  We had pool floats, plastic sleds, and a John Deere Gator – you can only imagine 🙂

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You must admit – there is something magical about it all.

The next morning we decided to play with the animals – in the snow, of course!

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And by play I mean – we even took the puppies sledding 🙂

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Here is a video of Justin sledding with my sisters Pyrenees, Zeus.  He is from our first litter and 8 months old.

Here are two videos of the puppies sledding 🙂

Kadi tried all by herself:

Maybe we are easily entertained… or maybe we just know how to have fun 🙂

Either way I would say everyone on Maynard’s Farm has enjoyed our Snowapocalypse!

Until next time!

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A Month In Review

A Month In Review

This has been a busy month around Maynard’s Farm.

We had puppies born:

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They have gotten so much bigger now and will be going to their new homes soon:


We bought female rabbits for our males only to learn we had females originally…luckily we met some new (awesome) friends who gave us a buck(not pictured):

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Some great friends gave us a house for our rabbits aka “The Taj-Mahare”…And we added on to it:

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We are swimming in eggs and it isn’t even spring yet:

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We also took some losses this past month – I told you about Julie & her kids not pulling through in the last blog – well we lost our inside dog, Darlin this past month:


Things seem to happen in threes so I am hoping our bad luck is over because the end of this week/beginning of next week starts …(drum roll please)… KIDDING SEASON!!!  We are so excited.  I cannot wait to post pictures.

Until next time!

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An Old Way of Life

An Old Way of Life

I have been asked a lot why we are raising goats, or why we have chickens and ducks.  Most people assume we are “crunchy” or “granola” people.  Others think we are jumping on this “homesteading” movement.  All of these are laughable to me.  If you know me you know I could care less about whether or not Dr. Pepper is good for me ( I have cut it out because it makes me FAT… NOT because you can clean toilets with it).  I drink 3-6 cups of coffee a day.  I LOVE chocolate.  Tell me all you want a snickers bar is full of processed sugars or even carcinogens … I DON’T CARE.  It is yummy goodness.  My perfect day would involve lots of sun exposure on a beach (and if that isn’t possible the tanning bed!), a good book, Dr. Pepper that wouldn’t make me fat, and all the Thin Mint Girl Scout cookies and Snickers bars I can eat.

And as for this “homesteading” movement… I don’t even know what that means.

Now, let me tell you about myself.  Maybe with this knowledge you’ll see why farm life is the life for me.  I grew up in (and have currently moved back to) Villanow, Georgia.  When I was a child we were not even a dot on a map.  Now, thanks to google…nothing is hidden!  Ha.  And Villanow is now a single, tiny dot on a map of Northwest Georgia.  For the first 12 years of my life my parents owned Edwards Country Store.  It was the oldest store in Georgia still operating until the people we sold it to shut it down several years later.  (But that is another story for another time)  When I tell people about my childhood…most do not believe me.  So what I am about to tell you, you may or may not believe.


When my parents moved to Villanow they had a small house off of South Dick Creek Rd.  (Yep, that’s the name.)  My dad raised cattle and baled hay for a living, and grew various crops.  My mother was a dental hygienist.  When the General Store went up for sale my father bought it.  I was born two month later, May 7, 1988.  The first twelve years of my childhood are much different then most kids today.  Villanow was, and to an extent still is, a farming community.  Many of the residents do not have past a 3rd grade education.  I have witnessed MANY people’s “X” for their signature.  Some of the most intelligent men I know can neither read nor write.  They didn’t need to be able to.

It is with these men and women I spent my days.  I learned to pick cotton (which is painful).  I bottle fed calves.  I have picked corn, baled hay, stacked sod, and canned vegetables (which I am relearning to do as an adult).

My father raised honey bees and sold honey and sorghum.  He made the best sorghum around.  But, like most things, we did it the “old fashioned” way.  Paw Paw Billy grew the sugarcane for my father.  He also loaned him two mules, Thunder and Lightening.  The mules were hooked up to an old fashioned grinder.  They would walk around in circles to grind the sugarcane for the sorghum.  Paw Paw taught me to chew on the sugarcane because “that’s why he grew it”.  Ha.


I lived in a world where some people had electricity, and some didn’t.  Every Easter there was an Easter Egg hunt at my Uncle Bud’s mama’s.  Alma didn’t have electricity or indoor plumbing.  That’s just the way it was.  I have used an outhouse plenty in my life, and yet I am still afraid of snakes biting my booty!  (Never happened, yet!)  I remember the first time we got the Disney channel.   A lot of people in Villanow still don’t have tvs or cell phones.

I was twelve years old before I had ever been in a grocery store.  I was shocked that there were so many options.  I was disgusted that you could only purchase white eggs.  And I was DEVASTED when I saw the rows of plastic bears filled with honey.  All of my dads honey and sorghum went into mason jars, except mine.  Mine went into special plastic honey bears.  Which I learned anyone could get at the grocery store.

My days as a child were spent with some of the most amazing men to ever walk this earth.  They are the kind of men who don’t exist anymore.  They frequented the Liar’s Bench that sat outside our store.  It was a dusty, old, blue carpeted bench.  Nothing special, but I would pay a lot of money to own that bench today.  They sat around and told stories of their wives home cooking, their 50 lbs fish, and the monster buck that “got away”.  Most didn’t frequent the doctor’s office, that’s why they had my mama.  They wore faded jeans, dirty overalls, some had canes, and most wore old trucker hats.  They had worked hard all of their lives, never became millionaires (there are a few exceptions), and lived off of their land.  Most didn’t trust the banks.  They kept their money in pillow cases, stuffed under the mattress, or buried in the yard.  But they kept my piggy banks full of change, and brought me small tokens from their trips to Gatlinburg.  I would give anything to sit on that bench with them one last time.


So why do I keep goats, chickens, and ducks?  Why am I learning to make soap and cheese?  Why am I learning to garden and can?  It is because if not, we lose these people and the things they taught us forever.  They taught me to not give up on that dying calf, the sick goat, or injured dog.  They taught me that everything I need can come from the dirt beneath my feet, my own hands, and a lot of work.  The way they lived is becoming a lost art.  Progress is a great thing, don’t get me wrong, but what about when progress fails?  When the food at the grocery store  makes us sick?  Or there is a milk shortage?  What do we do then?  I will look in my own back yard and I will thank my community and Bill, Billy, Ben, Bradley, and Wayne.  Men who taught me to do with little, and make a lot out of nothing.

On rainy days I can still smell that old dusty bench, even though it is only in my mind.  I can hear their “sugar, how you been?” and “Lil Rodney where are your shoes?”.

I want future generations to see a different way of life.  An old way of life.  The only way I knew for 12 years.  That is why I farm.