There are a lot of good reasons not to do this. Shoveling animal poop is disgusting. Chopping wood is exhausting. Fencing a two acre goat pen is expensive and they’ll break it twice a week. You can’t stand grass with weeds in it. You have no idea what to do with all that zucchini and wouldn’t dream of slaughtering 60 chickens in the same week as Thanksgiving.
You are definitely afraid of pressure cookers. You think goat milk tastes nasty and it would never occur to you to put a dog shower and milk pasteurizer by your front door. If scrubbing concrete in a dark basement is involved, you would probably be, out. It would not make you feel better to know that the dogs’ barking all night is keeping the coyotes at bay. Walking into the pasture at 2:00 a.m. to find out what all the fuss is about would be – unnerving. Goat labor not progressing? Put a glove on and stick your hand up there and check that baby goat inside of its mama at 3:00 am? No, no, that’s not you.
If you are still reading you this, you may be a glutton for punishment or maybe you are you were the kid who wanted to build a real fort, the one everyone watched out kitchen window, wondering if you would ever come inside and eat dinner? You had a grand plan. You could see the whole thing in your mind and map it out in the grass with stakes. You were willing to start small, and build your cabin out of the box your Mom’s refrigerator came in. Never mind the Sears logo, you knew where you were going with this. You negotiated sleepovers.
If you like living in your very own project and creating order out of chaos is appealing to you and living in chaos while you are creating order is satisfying, make a farm. Tube feeding a baby goat, baking bread, soil testing and a trip to the dump can all be part of really good day.
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