In 2003 we bought two goats to help clean a three acre area on our farm that was completely covered in multi floral rose and brush. It was a jungle that we could not get into. When we unloaded the two does we bought, I figured maybe we should stall them for a day or two so they could get used to us and their surroundings. I told my husband he should cover that stall window but, his famous last words "It will be OK" was not out of his mouth before the first girl crossed the stall and cleared the window in two strides. We watched her from behind, ears flopping and $ signs disappearing as she ran through the electric fence never to be seen again. UNTIL, six months later when I looked out my kitchen window and noticed a goat I didn't recognize in the field with our herd (that had by now grown to about twenty). I thought to myself Nooo... surely that is not the Psycho goat ( the name given to her in our frustration). Well, sure enough it was her, how she servived the coyotes, weather and hunters (she looked like a small deer) is a mystery to us. I decided if I could catch her I was selling her before she ran off again. I'd like to at least get my money back! You can only imagine the ordeal I had catching her (by myself). At one point I woundered who was actually winning, her or me as I lay flat on my back in the middle of our pasture in slop with her standing straddle over me and my arms locked around her neck. My thought, how will I get up from here with out losing my grip on her? I know the people driving by thought, that crazy goat lady has done lost her mind! I still wasn't going to let go, my mind was set to get my money back!! Long story short. I didn't let go and she was sold the next day. I'm pretty sure I lost money on that whole deal! I was just crazy enough to stay in the business and years later we have approximately 70-80 boer goats, boerX and a handful of nubians we raise to feed the kids when needed, bottle calves and ourselves.
