Our ‘Queen of Sheba’

 We’d had pygmy goats for about twenty-four years.  First, we had them for the boys, then, well, we liked them.  Then, the grandson came along and tried his hardest to teach old goats new tricks.  After the rodeo goat, who had behaved fine at home, spent her third year bouncing and bucking around the show ring, we suggested retiring her and getting a baby goat.

He said, “I want that one.”

“Don’t you want to check out some others for better conformation and such?”

“No. I want her. Her name is ‘Chocolate Chip.’”

So, we had our first Nigerian.  Our first ever dairy goat, whose regal manner soon earned her the name of ‘The Queen of Sheba.’ 

Our other goats were getting older.  Chip needed a companion closer to her age, so along came Genny, a doe with a lovely lineage.  Then, there were the two goats that would also improve our bloodlines.  And the two does that we just couldn’t pass up.  And the kids that were worth keeping.  Chip may be retired, but her legacy keeps growing.

Now we work hard to maintain the herd at a manageable size for us.  We like to teach them tricks, and handle them daily.  They have sort of taken over.  But, the goats are just too fun.