I have an adorable goat in jammies running around my house.
We found her one cold morning last week while doing chores. Sadly, her twin brother died at birth and her mother rejected her. I will bottle feed her for two months. Meanwhile, she gets primo accommodation.
An escape from the suburbs and corporate America spawned a journey into rural living. Writer, wife, mother, and local chicken lady, join me as I fail, fail, fail! and learn along the way.