That is what our tax man, Tim, said the first time I met him. What does a goat farmer look like? Well, my niece and I went to a goat conference a few years back and made a pact with each other about where our goat obsession would NOT take us. It involved dirty sweatsuits and matching knit hats with dingle balls. We have succeeded so far. I still thoroughly enjoy my goats but I have not taken to going out in public looking like I just crawled out from under the hay.
This is my quiet time of year here on the farm. All 6 of the does are bred and growing their babies until March. My soap business is even slow. No more farmers market, no more Christmas shows. So what do I do? I know! I'll start a Blog!
