Why I Love My Goats

Has anyone ever heard of Nigerian Dwarf goats? I have, but I'm asking the question, so that's a given. I'm just going to go ahead and assume you answered no...



So, as an explanation to you all about what Nigerian Dwarf goats are, they are this:



If you are still very confused, there are more pictorial examples in the banner of this blog (See lower right corner) and at the very bottom of the page (Hint: This one is encouraging you to comment on my blog...).

Basically, all you need to know to get the gist of Nigerian Dwarf goats is cute + fluffy + adorable-ness + tiny = Nigerian Dwarf.


These pictures are all of babies, but they only grow to be about knee-high. And yes, they are cute.


These goats you see are, in fact, all mine. Well, I lied. We sold two of them yesterday (*sigh*), one of which was the black and white one in the picture on this post. Her name is Elphie. I miss her already.


I am showing one or two of my goats in 4H, but I haven't decided which one. I'm thinking Walnut (the one in the banner), even though I would be sad to have to shave him, because he is the fluffiest little goat on the face of the earth. Everyone who sees him instantly falls in love with him, which is too bad, because he is the one that I want to show, so we can't sell him.


And in case you were curious about the strange goat names, we name all of our goats after things you can find in a garden, because our herd name is H.H. Garden Goats. So this year, our babies were called Huckleberry, Clementine, Ginger, Kinnikinnik (yes, that is a plant. It's another name for a bearberry bush), Marigold, Dill, Delphinium (Elphie), Tweedia, Walnut, Basil, Oliver (Olive), Woody, and Fern. We also had Hazel, but she, sadly, died (the poor little dear).


And, speaking of goats, I am now expected to go and put Heidi and her babies outside to frolic now. Until we meet again.