I want a kid.

Before anyone starts getting out the pink and blue booties, I don''t mean a baby.  I want a kid...goat.  Part of my preparation for being a homesteader some day is learning about all the facets of living in the boondocks.  One of those facets is animal husbandry.  Of course, not everyone who lives in the boonies has animals, but it seems like a waste of acreage not to have animals.  I've decided I want one or two of everything - goats, mini-cows, sheep, chickens, pigs.  No horses though - I don't like horses.  They scare me.  (I'll give you a moment to snicker if you wish)

Yesterday I was reading Grit Magazine Online and found a great article about pint-sized goats.  Did you know more people in the world drink goat milk than drink cow milk?  I didn't.  Neither did Brent.  Whether or not that convinced Brent to want goats, I'm not sure.  I fell asleep shortly after enlightening him to my new found jeopardy fact.

Goats are actually very useful to a homestead.  Not only can they provide milk, cheese, butter, and meat, but with their always curious personalities and juvenile antics, they would provide endless entertainment.  And they are weed eating machines!!  I'm not a huge fan of mowing or weed wackin', so this last point is major selling point.  Even if goats are tricksters and jump fences, trample and eat gardens, and everything in between, who can resist those pretty little goat faces!