It is that time of year again ...........we celebrate the season with our annual 12 months of goat farming.

It goes like this: on the first month of goat farming, my true love gave to me,

one small farm filled with chaos and crisis. On the second month , two smelly stinky bucks. The third month , three hours of milking every single day. The fourth month , four does due to kid at the same time.  FIVE hours of sleep every night. The sixth month, six does that did not get bred. The seventh month, seven bales of hay left in the hay loft. The eighth month, eight kids to castrate. The ninth month, nine halters to wash after being thrown in the mud and muck. The tenth month, ten wheelbarrows full of manure to haul. The eleventh month, eleven dollars left in the farm checking account. The twelvth month, twelve blissful months of being a goat farmer.

Happy Holidays and Best Wishes for a Glorious New Year !!

B.Iles Harness