Quit Mansplaining Raising Dairy Goats To Me: A Blog

This is another random Facebook post from someone I don’t know, but they did a great job of putting into words the reality that is goat ownership. All credit to them.

It reminded me of a story. It’s funny, but it was also validating. I’ve had the same vet for many years now. What he doesn’t know about goats, he is willing to research. He’s seen me through many goat catastrophes, from broken legs that could–and broken legs that couldn’t–be set, to pneumonias, goat polios, toxemias, milk fevers, urinary calculi (including surgery), meningitis once, c-sections, …you name it. They’re goats. We’ve seen it.

Anyway, a few years ago, he bought two of my wethers as pack goat projects. And later that fall, I got a phone call. I’m paraphrasing, but the gist was, “Hey, you’re right. Sometimes they just die.” Um, tragic, but…if you’ve owned goats for any length of time, you know. I felt bad, and I replaced the lost goat. But it is just a little funny…because if you have goats, you know that sometimes…

They just die.