Sarah is a French Alpine goat and considers herself a person, not a goat. She wants to be out with the people, but she will bust through almost anything to get to grain. She has little regard for humans being different than her because she was raised by children who allowed her to climb and jump all over them. That was cute when she was tiny, but a full sized goat jumping on a child or even an adult is not comfortable. But, Sarah is a mother now. She had one daughter. Compared to the Pygmy goats, she hardly looked pregnant. The Pygmies already have a short stocky body with enormous stomachs full all the time if they are healthy, which gives an illusion of being pregnant, so when they actually are pregnant, they are huge. Sarah was hardly what one would call huge, only a little big. She cried out when she birthed her little girl and has been a good mother, though she will leave her baby behind if she thinks there is food available. Sarah is yet to be milked, but her purpose on the farm was to provide goat's milk. I plan to take her kid away at night and milk her in the morning for a while. I will try my hand at making some goat's milk cheese and goat's milk soap, but I won't milk Sarah into the winter. There is no heated barn and it will be cold out. I am not really too excited about milking in the frozen north. In the meantime, Sarah is being Sarah. Some think she is perfect just as she is. Hmmm.
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