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Hello World!

Hello World!

Kidding season 2015 began on this blistery morning.  Lil Bit O’Time chose (ha!) the coldest day of the year so far to kid.  At 7 AM two beautiful girls feet hit the oh so cold ground!  WOO HOO!  We are so so excited.  Neither are named yet.  Traditionally their names are supposed to correlate with their mother’s.  I have had lots of awesome suggestions from Lil Bit O’Honey to Lil Bit O’ Luck (My Fair Lady – you know I’m a big fan :D) to Lil Bit O’ Frostbite and Lil Bit O’ Snow.  We will be thinking and will let you know names soon.  With no further adieu …. here are our girls:

One Girl:

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Both Girls:

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Second Girl (with a bit of a milk mustache 😉 ) :

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I had to bring them into work this morning -not because of the cold but because this is DAY ONE of their lives and that requires making sure bottle feeding happens.  (Yes, we bottle raise not dam raise.)

I hope y’all have a great weekend – try not to freeze – and I cannot wait to share pictures of the other babies due in the coming weeks!

Wyoming, Idaho, and Nebraska

Wyoming, Idaho, and Nebraska

So let me start with a few differences in the south and out west.
1. It’s windy. Really really windy. What was that? I can’t hear you for all this wind! The only way this is a plus is if you’re in to extreme kite flying. Sheldon Cooper maybe?
2. The left lane is for passing only. Weird. Justin liked this and thinks it makes traffic move faster. My thing is… If no one is on the road… What does it matter what side I’m on?!
3. There aren’t many billboards. Scratch that – we saw none. There were large signs that told about the states and agriculture but no big billboards. And no advertisements till you came up on an exit. I liked that.
4. Past Colorado there was no sweet tea. No me gusta.
5. There is a LOT of wasted land. I like that there aren’t a lot of people and it’s all “wide open spaces” (cue Dixie chicks) BUT when you drive for 500 miles and see 500 miles of fenced in land with no houses and no animals it’s a little annoying. Hey! Pick me Wyoming!! I’ll take that land and farm/ raise livestock.

With #5 brings Wyoming.



Sorry for the awful glare but I was not a fan of Wyoming. We thought we would never get out. But I have to laugh. God never ceases to amaze me. On our way back home we went back through the same section of southern WY and God said “I’ll show you”. He sprinkled everything with a light dusting of snow and I was amazed. Everything He made has a beauty to it.





Now, let me back up. After Wyoming we got to Idaho. Beautiful, beautiful Idaho. Rolling hills, MOUNTAINS (the real kind… Not like we have in the south). It was beautiful. Truly gorgeous.


When we got to our destination of Blackfoot, ID from Estes Park we crashed in true Maynard style. Can you tell we like to eat and sleep? 🙂

But the next morning we were up and ready to go. Before we went to the farm to see our babies we stopped by the local museum…



Yep, you read that right! The potato museum! Hello, Idaho potato! It was actually really neat and we liked it a lot.


Who doesn’t want to see the worlds largest Pringles?





The best part? You get FREE potatoes. Yep, free food. Free.


You get to put your souvenirs in a potato sack!



Now on to the part you are all interested in… Our babies!! We arrived at God’s Graces Thursday morning and let me tell you … We were in for a treat.


The Groneman’s were more than just hospitable. We are SO blessed to have met these amazing folks. We spent ALL day (literally) learning everything we could. One thing we have encountered in the goat world is that everyone acts like what they do is a big secret. Presidential secret passing big. Area 51 big. They’re goats. We just want them to stay alive, folks. If we happen to luck out and have a national champion it won’t be because you showed us how to properly trim hooves. Which, they did. Seriously, they took the time to not only show us, but let Justin do one himself. I wish they lived closer. They are a fountain of knowledge and we are crazy dehydrated. But for one day we drank until our stomachs were about to burst and the Groneman’s kept giving :). We are forever grateful.

Now here is what you have all been waiting for… Our girls!



When we left Friday morning we talked names, stopped, bottle fed, and talked names some more.


We debated Shakespeare names.


Then we debated really southern names like Dixie, Magnolia, lemon, and Daisy.


No, the diapers did not stay on. 🙁

We debated names until we were delirious and suggesting things like “Idy” and “ho” and “tator” and “spud”.

Then Justin came up with their names! Meet Gypsy and Journey!





Now, for the story you have all been waiting for… Nebraska!


We drove and drove and drove until we could drive no more. We reached a town right outside Lincoln, Nebraska around 10 pm. We found a motel (outside rooms were important) and Justin went inside. We parked around back, I gathered bottles, and Justin put a baby goat under each arm…. Then we ran. Smuggling babies in a room for the night was a success. We then fed them in the hopes that full belly’s would mean sleepy babies. Wrong! They were nuts! They didn’t holler but they jumped on the toilet seat, on the walls, on us… Everywhere! They ran in circles, they head butted, and they used me for a jungle gym. For hours! I sent Justin to bed and I laid on a pillow in the bathroom. Someone had to drive in the morning and I’m better at sleeping in the car. Finally, around 2 am they drank a TON of milk, and settled down. I wish I had pictures. They curled up in the floor with me and gypsy even laid her head on mine. Sweet babies. I sure do love them. We are currently 6 hours from home and all is well (for now!).

If you haven’t seen the video click here and enjoy a laugh. Until next time!

Oberly excited about Oberhasli’s!

Oberly excited about Oberhasli’s!

When we (Justin and I) started this grand adventure we bought several different breeds of dairy goats.  Nubians are the favorites of most of the people we run in to.  Below is Georgette.  She is a purebred Nubian from a line (Six M Galaxy) of star milker’s.  You can see why Nubians are a favorite.  Talk about gorgeous.  Not to mention she kidded with triplets this year and nursed all three!  We didn’t have to bottle feed at all.

But we have decided to narrow down our herd to only one breed and Nubians were the first crossed off the list.  Why?

1.  They are LOUD.  Loud is actually an understatement.  These guys whine like crazy.  When I walk outside I have to sneak around (even if I am just going to my car) because if she sees me… HELLO!  The screaming begins.  You know those funny goat videos of goats screaming?  Not so funny when it’s all day right outside your house.

2. They are attention queens.  Oh my goodness.  They have to be first. They want the most.  They have to be the closest to you, etc.  Georgette is crazy protective of me.  If anyone is around me her hair bristles on her back and starts to stand up.  That’s the only warning you will get before she head butts you.

3.  Did I mention the yelling?  Seriously, the yelling did it for us.  Nubian’s were crossed off of the list.


We talked about Alpine’s.  I love this breed but we had trouble finding them so we never purchased any.  We never purchased Saanen either.  We did get two La Mancha’s and have several baby La Mancha’s.  I ADORE this breed.  My La Mancha’s are the most wonderful things EVER.  Now, why did they get crossed off of the list you may ask.  No, it’s not because they don’t have ears.  I actually LOVE this about them.  I think this peculiar trait makes them that much more beautiful.  Here is the main reason we are not keeping this breed:

1.  They are HUGE.  Ok, I’ve seen several La Mancha farms online and their La Mancha’s aren’t as large as ours.  Ours are like small horses.  No, but really they weigh around 140-160.  I can’t really do much by myself with them.  I almost always have to have Justin and I do NOT like that.  The other night while I was putting dewormer in Giselle’s mouth she did not want it and I RODE her a few feet.  Yep.  You read that right.  She took off and my legs were around her neck.  I think you can see the problem.

2.  They are also drama queens.  No, they are not loud drama queens which is a positive, but man do they get their feelings hurt.  And if their feelings are hurt they are UNCOOPERATIVE.  Whew.  They are like constantly having teenagers.



But goodness aren’t they gorgeous!

The breed we narrowed it down to was not a breed we planned on purchasing.  Gretel came to us as part of a “package” last year.  Remember this?  Gretel quickly became the Queen of our herd beating out Giselle aka the Bearded Lady pictured above.  She was quiet and docile, but SO smart and most definitely the herd queen.  Until we had Great Pyrenees she was even the “watch dog”.  She NEVER yelled, occasionally if I was late at supper time she would stomp her feet to let me know she did not approve.  Gretel is what led us to LOVE the Oberhasli breed.


Goodness do we miss her.

What finalized the Oberhasli breed was when we rescued this little lady!  Meet Julie!


This rascal was at a home with NO fence on a highway and had been hit by a car.  We think she has some neurological damage and the muscles in one of her back legs has atrophied quite a bit.  But now she is with us and has made lots of progress.  She sealed the deal with our Oberhasli decision.  And let me tell you…this girl LOVES alfalfa squares.  She is so funny and loves to play with the babies.  We met the original owner that bred her.  We visited her farm last fall and she was thrilled to know Julie had found a good home.  It is horrifying to think that something (like what Julie went through) can happen to one of the animals you loved so much.

This week we have sold 6 of our goats and in the next few weeks the rest will go.  While I am SO sad and a wreck.. hoping and praying they go to good homes… I am so excited for this new step.  We are thrilled to be bringing in Ober’s!

Until next time have a little laugh.  Here is Polar Bear Hebe vs. Regular Hebe.