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2 Baby Goats got my Goat!

That’s right, two little baby goat cull boys stole my heart the second I laid eyes on them. If you read About me then you know I volunteer at a farm sanctuary. The sanctuary had rescued 10 baby goat cull boys that were being fostered and bottle fed until they were old enough to come to the sanctuary to be adopted out.

10 baby goat boys with a healthy appetite!

Now you ask what is a “cull” boy? The dairy industry is a cruel world. Females are impregnated again and again because without having babies they will not produce milk. So once the babies are born they are taken away from their mothers. The females are bottle fed only to grow up to lead the same sad life as their mothers. The male babies are taken away from their mothers, all put together and within a day or so after being born are shipped off to slaughter. Yes, to slaughter. This is true for cows, sheep and goats.

Now back to the good part. A fellow sanctuary worker had posted on Facebook a video and some photos of the new babies and I could not wait to meet them! So that Saturday when I got there I went right to their pen and it happened. All ten of them came running to the gate when they heard the chains and the first two around the corner were light colored while all the rest were dark brown. They came right to me and hung out with me while I cleaned their pen while the others went on to do their own thing.

My sweet Pepsi, saying Mom don’t go yet…

Week after week I would come on my usual Saturdays and there would be less of the babies until one Saturday when Tamala, the sanctuary owner told me that Pepsi and Cola (I named them that first day I saw them) were off to their forever home later that week. PANIC and HEARTBREAK! There were two others still there, why couldn’t they take them? I did it. I told her I would take them. I could not let them go.

Cola with his icky ear tag, saying the same thing as his brother, don’t go Mom…

I was terrified of what my husband would say but I just knew they were mine. Tamala said of course and that the other family would be happy to have the other two.

Hard to leave those faces but knowing they were coming home with me soon made it easier.

 

I bought them collars with their names…of course!

My husband wasn’t thrilled at first, we had just started an addition on our house and the where, how, when, etc…but a few weeks later we brought them home.

Coming home!

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