It was several days of hard work before we felt like we were ready to receive the goats. It would be breeding season soon, and we wanted them back home and comfy to start knocking out them kids.
Our little farm was known for making the best goat milk, and Grandma had shared the feed recipe as part of her will. Getting her supplier to mix the majority of it was pretty easy -- they were well acquainted with the request, and they expressed their condolences over the phone. There was a little additional piece, a final touch that Grandma added herself. Fenugreek apparently made the does lactate like crazy, and some of her motherly clients claimed their breast milk was more plentiful if they drank milk from our lil farm.
Grandma's old friend Bethany rumbled up in her old truck, towing the trai
