Saturday, March 13, 2010
A Knock at the Door
I was awoken this morning by the doorbell ringing. An odd event for a Saturday morning around here. The DF answered the door in his jammies, hair sticking up like a cat run through a dryer. I went to the kitchen for my morning cuppa, figuring that it was just a neighbor or FedEx delivery. When the DF returned, I asked him if it was someone from next door.
"Nope," he said.
"Well who was it," I demanded.
"Some guy who wanted to buy our goats."
"What? How did he know we had goats?"
"He said he saw one of them from Mission Street, sticking her head up over the fence." Must have been Ethel. She's always checking out what's happening in the neighborhood.
"So what did you tell him?" I asked.
"Well I said no, they weren't for sale. He figured the SPCA would have busted us by now. I told him that it was legal for us to keep them." I'm glad to hear that the DF isn't SO disgruntled that he would actually make a move on this offer. We're making progress here people.
"What kind of person rings someone's doorbell and asks to buy their goat?"
"He was some Greek guy who lives up in Petaluma. He has a contracting business down here. His wife is really into goats and wants to get some. He says they like to make goat cheese." Now we're talking my language. As a cheeseaholic myself, I can completely understand why someone might ring a bell or two to get a line on the source. "I told him he could have the babies since we're breeding them this year. He gave me his card" Hot damn! THIS solves our major dilemma with getting some milk on this farm. We don't have room for anymore mammals of substantial size. And I know this might come as a shock to some of you, but we can't get milk without reproduction. I wonder if this guy would be willing to give me some cheese making lessons in exchange for a goat baby.
In two weeks, we will be sending Lucy off to Lake County for a six week romantic rendezvous with a real stud. Ethel is going too, but won't be bred. We wouldn't be able to handle that much milk, let alone that many babies. I miss them already, but it will give me a chance to spruce up their living quarters.