Me and My Goats

Years ago I sent this to my cousin Barbara. Recently her son sent it back to me. I’m so glad I sent it because I have no other such photos.

From 1976 to 1984 I lived in Mississippi and raised some goats, children and chickens. These are four of the goats. They needed their hoofs trimmed. I could talk their language. Recently I realized that it would have been a lot less trouble to go buy a couple of gallons of milk instead of milking all those goats twice a day, buying their feed and trying to keep them confined before I gave that up and just let them wander the area, losing garden after garden as they figured out how to break in and eat it.  However, it was an experience for the whole family that would not have been replicated by buying milk.

You can read more about those years in these posts:

Rt 1 Box 38 – The Luba Project

R Is For route 1 Box 173 & 1/2

1978 – Mississippi Shoes and Film

Click for more Sepia goats

13 thoughts on “Me and My Goats”

  1. Well I’m envious you did it. Now the idea of it wears me out, but I wish I’d taken a chance like this.

    1. I think it was a good experience, over all, but I never should have bought that second batch of goats. I should have kept their yard small and tight instead of stringing fencing over hill and dale making it a walk in the park for them to get out.

  2. Wow, you really had a goat herd! I read your other posts about them too. It would have been a wonderful experience for your children, even if getting milk from the goats was hard work to start with.

  3. Great photo. And yeah, I wonder why people choose to own farm animals when they don’t have to, or when it’s not part of your job.

    One of my uncles was allergic to cow’s milk as a child and it wasn’t like you could just go down to the store and buy any other kind of milk in rural 1950s Newfoundland, so my grandfather bought and kept a goat just for him. From the stories I’ve heard it was a big pain in the butt, too.

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