I do not, as a matter of course, talk about our flock!  We’re vegetable farmers, after all.  Around here you’ll see a gaggle of greens, a bevy of beets, a passel of potatoes.  That’s it!  We grow things without legs.

Well, okay — we’re completely hooked on chickens for eggs and laughs.  And we like raising meat chickens, just enough for our own freezers.  And we love to daydream about a family dairy animal — but that’s a lot of milk!  And the winter is coming!  And the baby is coming!  And we like to take vacation sometimes!

As farmers, it’s good to be practical.

But sometimes, you gotta go with your gut.  So: please join me in welcoming the newest member of our little farm family.  She doesn’t have a name yet.  She’s a Nubian/Pygmy cross who was intended for our freezer (and that is where the little fellows who came with her ended up).  But instead Ali is outside building a milking stand and I am inside searching for a gal pal for her and we are all grinning and rubbing our bellies, looking forward to lots of tasty milk.