I’m experimenting a little bit with cajeta – goat milk caramel. It’s just goat’s milk simmered with sugar for a good long while. It tastes delicious and sweet and rich and I can’t wait for you all to try some when you come visit!

Our new sunset spot

Wes and Christian built us a fire pit!

Go Big Red – everywhere!

We stopped to grab breakfast after our early morning flights back to WA from Omaha…and it’s a Husker diner! We’ve already gotten tips on where to watch the games when the season starts.

Little Linzee

We lost a goat today. Linzee got her tiny head stuck in a feeder – we think another goat might have jumped on her when she was eating and wedged her in there. We are all heartbroken. I walked around tonight after I finished my day, checking to make sure all the little goats were … Continue reading

Another pasture…

We drive by these cows all the time, and they’re never close enough to say hi. Turns out, you just have to get out of the car.

I met the Mayor!

And he gave me his pin!!!



I was trying to be helpful, carrying a small goat out of the kid pen so that we could weigh her and give her some medicine. I lifted my foot to step over the knee-high grate meant to keep the goats from escaping when the door is open, and clipped my toe. Before I knew how it was happening, and well after the point that I could do anything to stop it, I was tipping backwards. I landed flat on my back, knees bent against the superbly effective grate. I don’t know what became of the goat I was holding – I assume she floated to the ground and landed on all hooves, wondering why I seemed consumed by an extreme gravity, and quickly escaping lest it prove contagious. My head landed safely, equally far from the feeder (ouch) and a grenade of goat shit (blech). Stunned, I looked up at the now curious goats that had fled my expanding shadow, and having assessed my figured it w to stand. Sherwin said only, “we’ve all done it” and it was truly the only thing I could have heard at that moment.

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