Every year I watch my goat kids drive away with someone I usually don’t know and don’t expect to ever see again. Every year I hope these kids will have good homes as they grow into goats. That makes finding my goats special.
Most people don’t want to be bothered with registration applications. I used to make them out anyway and send them off knowing they would probably be thrown away.
Tattooing is a nuisance. The kids turn green. I turn green. The kids scream. I cringe. And many people don’t know or care about the tattoos.
I should know better or at least keep faith with my goats. It helps to have reminders now and then.
This year has brought me some reminders.
I haven’t taken my goats to the county fair in ten years or more. My school teaching calendar started the week of the fair and I couldn’t do both. After leaving the classroom I never got back into going.
It was a surprise to hear from people who had purchased kids from me at a long ago fair. Finding my goats was thrilling as these lucky goats had lived into their teens. The people were ready for a new group. They drove off with five new lucky kids.
Other times finding my goats is not a happy time. One had been with a group turned out to fend for themselves one autumn as their owners drove away. Most of these goats starved to death before a neighbor found them.
Other times finding my goats starts out sad but has a happy ending. It seems two of my goats were sold at auction, close to starving. Somehow their application papers had stayed with them.
Their new owner wants to get all the paperwork up to date and called. These two lucky goats are now pampered and shown, even winning ribbons.
Next year I will again have those application forms filled out, tattoos done and fingers crossed for luck for those kids. I like finding my goats have been lucky enough to have a good life.