*Used* to. LOL
This is the new baby.
Posted on 04/30/2015 6:35:56 PM PDT by Roos_Girl
If you've ever dreamed of owning your own patch of land and a successful home-grown business then a 200-word essay and $150 is all is could take for it to become a reality.
Paul and Leslie Spell, of Humble Heart Farms in Elkmont, Alabama, are giving away their goat cheese farm - complete with their house, 20 acres of land, 56 goats, cheese-making equipment, recipes and even a dog - to the person who writes the best essay about why they should run it.
It will cost entrants just $150 to apply and, with an expected 2,500 applications, the couple say the fees will pay off the rest of their mortgage and leave $20,000 in operating funds for the new owner.
'It's for real,' Paul Spell told AL.com. 'We've had a pretty successful run here and I thought it was time for us to go help so
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Don’t have kudzu here in Northern California but I guess blackberry must take its place here.
Planted some cuttings from the wild stock down by one of my springs a few years ago and I am kicking myself everyday now because of it. Stuff grows like a triffid (old horror movie reference).
Makes for good eats in the late summer but also draws every bear for miles around. They get their share, I get mine, and as long as they keep running from the dogs all is well with the world.
Geeze.
That is sad.
I buy them a mineral block that seems to keep them doing pretty well.
Sadly, no amount of love or medicine will cure old age.
Baa was full grown with a wicked set of horns when I got him, 10 years ago.
Lord knows how old he really was.
Every winter became an increasingly difficult struggle for him and bless his heart, he did make it to see spring, one more time.
Spike was with him when he passed but she didn’t seem to “get it” like most animals do.
As soon as we wrapped him up to bury him, it’s like she forgot he was dead and went on a week-long quest to “find where he’d gone”.
She just cried and searched, endlessly.
We did find her a little Spike-clone this week and she has stopped fretting, thank God.
It nearly broke my heart.
I sat with her for hours at night before the other goat came because it seemed to be the hardest time for her.
One night, a pack of damn coyotes was up by the pond, about 50 yards from the fence.
I ran them off and kept watch over her.
Damn things. >:-(
*Used* to. LOL
This is the new baby.
Triffids.
LOL!
I am letting honeysuckle grow around my fence, on purpose, because it’s a nice privacy screen.
The posts are good so no, it’s not gonna tear it down.
*But*, if the goats get into the yard, they go through it like weed whackers.
One time, they got into the front yard and ate the middle out of my dog’s memorial Arbor Vitae.
It never recovered.
It looks kind like a shrubby Mae West, now.
I let blackberry “go native” in the corner of the backyard for the birds.
I’ve been waging war on it ever since, as it also drew chipmunks and mice, which carry ticks.
I do a lot of well-intentioned but wonderfully stupid things.
:)
I’ll pass
I like cow cheese
From salty cheddars to Stilton blue
From aged Gouda to creamy Saint André
Feta for Greek Salad or Gyro
That’s it
Goats are for the spit or curry
No Goats EVER! And no wire hangers, either!
I really wish I could love them other than in a gyros! They are useful critters, but mean, way too smart for their own good and smelly.
As a young girl, Indentured Servitude as a Goat Maid on my Aunt’s farm cured me of goats for the rest of my life!
But, thanks for thinking of me, LOL!
The milk is healthier to drink if the animals never get any grain.
The seeds in green grass contain enzyme inhibitors, so that they are not digested, while dry grains have very little inhibitor, and thus get digested. This means that the milk will be low or bereft of omega3, and CLA if they get grain.
Right about that!
The goats in East Africa get up into the scrawny trees to browse.
I have this wild & crazy idea about bringing Pokot, Turkana or Karamajong herdboys & their goats to the Southeast.. Rent them out clearing kudzu in half-day shifts. Half day herding, half day at school. After a year, load 'em all up on the boat and head home. Go thru the Suez canal, stop by Jiddah and sell the goats in time for the Hajj.
Pay the profits to the herdboys. A bit of education and a bit of money for the boys, plus the Kudzu problem is taken care of for a short while.
Like I said, wild & crazy idea. Of course, some "human rights activist" would go bananas about "exploitation" (of the goats? the boys? the kudzu?) and put a stop to the whole win-win-win situation.
That’s the trouble with online discussions, when I start out to pontificate on some random subject, I never know when someone else in the discussion really knows what he is talking about!
I defer to your superior experience & wisdom. NO sarcasm at all.
Thanks for the great info.
(Could you maybe sell the Kudzu Cheese in California, marketing it as “Green, Save the Planet, Artisan Cheese”? “A Bold, Woodland Flavor, with a touch of Impertinence!”)
I sure do love goats....this one is sweet, lucky you...and spike
belly laugh,
I just don’t understand fainting goats...weird
Me either, but the one kid seems to have been knocked over by the scampering one.
Fainting goats fall over when predators come around and get eaten, thus sparing the rest of the herd.
:-\
thats awesome and must be where the expression.....quit kidding around ....came from
damnned if I’d faint maybe crap my drawers but I’d be running
goat milk is a little to sweet for my taste. Had to try it once during kidding season...my bottle baby sucked down 2 8 oz baby bottles real quick...had a gal in the area that raised milk goats and I bought my baby’s milk from her.
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