The goats are still on the farm.
Over the summer, our three became five.
Lavender had a little billy, and Dad brought home a little orphan the kids named Buttons from the auction. You can read about Buttons coming to the farm here.
But sadly, where we once had five, there are only now four on the farm.
With having sold the cows and the sadness of their departure I didn’t want to have to post additional sadness for you all.
As you can imagine, the children are grieving and we’ve all taken this very hard.
And yes, it’s a goat.
But she was not just a goat, she was that one of a kind goat that will never be replaced in personality or in our hearts.
If you didn’t have a chance to hear the stories or meet our dear Ruby, please check out these posts. You’ll see why she was totally one of a kind.
We bottle fed this little goat with a Pepsi bottle and a goat nipple. Every morning she greeted us at the milk house door and came in to get her morning head pat and back message.
She played with the kids. Her flying jumps across the flat bed trailer are legendary, and the happiness she brought the children of my brother and my own kiddo’s is priceless.
Ruby was a special little goat. She thought she was “just one of the kids.”
She raced them down the farm lane on their bikes and laid in the grass beside them as they rested in the shade. She picked up after them as they carried chucks of hay to the other animals and dropped some along the way.
When she saw you coming, she always had to come say hello. And while some would complain she got under foot, more now her closeness is missed even more.
The first thing I look forward to when I get out my vehicle at the farm is seeing Ruby.
Oh, how we will miss that little goat!!!
So much that I can’t get her or her daring and playful personality from my mind. Each morning I sit down to work on finishing a current manuscript, I find myself writing about Ruby instead.
For a little goat like Ruby, I don’t think there is better way to celebrate her presence on the farm with us than writing a children’s book, do you?
Rest in Peace, Ruby.
We were so blessed to have you for the short time you graced us here on the farm.