I have always loved goats. In fact, one of the first animals I ever dreamed of owning was a goat. As a baby I was allergic to cow's milk so growing up I was given goat's milk, which we used to buy from a Swedish lady, Inga, who lived up the road and who kept two goats for milking. From an early age I decided that my life would not be complete without a goat of my own but although I pleaded with my parents the answer was always no.
The when I was 6 we moved to a Camphill Community, a place where people lived as family alongside people with special needs. The community had land, a large biodynamic vegetable garden, and a couple of milk cows. Finally we were in a position to have a goat. One of Inga's goats, Matty - a rescued who had been found tied up beside a motorway - had recently given birth to kids, one of which we bought and I named her Alice.
Like most goats, Alice was a character, and because my mother did not believe in de-horning animals, she quickly learnt to headbut
How I ended up with goats
Alice
childhood dream
Alice fullfilling all roles: dog, horse etc etc trianing to pull
Melia's goats
The magic of milk: raw milk, cultured dairy rabbit hole