Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Goatucation of a Sort - How the Publicist Came to be A Goat Farmer

Once upon a time there was a city girl who was living in a state called New Jersey. She had gotten sick and her husband decided that it was time to enjoy life while they could. So they sold their house and gave away their furniture. They bought a fifthwheel trailer and went off on an adventure; they were going to travel around the country and see the sights.

And they did.

They went to the desert of Arizona, the red rocks of New Mexico, Yosemite, Carlsbad Caverns, the Grand Canyon, Zion and Bryce Canyon. They saw Canyonlands, Arches, White Sands and Coral Sands. They saw New Orleans before Katrina. They traveled through California, Washington, Oregon and Idaho. 

But they fell in love with Montana.

They went back East to make sure they wanted to move to Montana. They looked in Upstate New York and it WAS beautiful but Montana won out.

They had been campground hosts for two summers and met some very nice people who just happened to own goats. Once the publicist saw the goats she fell in love. How could she not - goats are cute! Their friends were changing over from Nigerian Dwarf goats to Nubian goats and offered to give Pricilla and Abby to the publicist and male person. They weren't quite ready but they got a pen set up.

They did lots of reading so they would be prepared. But is one ever really prepared for something as stubborn and challenging as a goat? They are lots of work but they are full of fun and love.


The publicist had never dreamed she would be a goat farmer. In fact it had never had crossed her mind until she met Pricilla and Abby. That sealed her fate.  The rest, as they say is history.

Wouldn't this face do you in?




Tomorrow: Wordless Wednesday

26 comments:

  1. Oh yes the face, that will do it!

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  2. Yep,it was that way with us too.The Boy wanted a pet,I feel in love and the rest the history!How can you look at those faces and not want more!I am a confessed goat addict!

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  3. Oh, I just love that face...makes me want to reach through the screen and give lots of kisses!

    I love to visit my niece's goats, especially the one named Flower. I named her, by the way! What can I say...I'm crazy about 'em! :)

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  4. A bitter sweet tale to be sure. Has country living improved your health at all?

    I hope so.

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  5. Yep, the face would do it. Same with cats. Someone in my building asked me yesterday if I wanted to see a kitty her office found outside before they took it to a shelter. I wrote her back immediately. "No. If I see it, it's mine. But thanks."

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  6. What a fascinating story! And one look at that face and you would be mine. Or I would be yours.

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  7. Who could resist that face?! What a great story. I hope country living in Montana has helped improve your health. Bigs hugs all around. ;o)

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  8. well, I gotta say, I grew up in North Idaho, and somehow ended up a bit north of Philadelphia. Been to Jersey, and um, well, I have no trouble understanding the move to Montana, lol I will actually be in Idaho in a few days for vacation and let me tell ya, I cant wait! My lungs are already craving the clean air and I can't wait to actually be able to see STARS at night! Hope it has made a huge difference in your life!

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  9. i want the long version of that story not the abridged one.....write a book i am telling you!!!! you at least have to let us know now...are you ok????? damn...i hope you don't croak!

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  10. What a great story. It's funny how things come to be sometimes.

    I'd be sucker for that face, too... and you didn't even know how cute the kids would be! ;)

    And like Carolyn said -- I hope the country was good for your health.

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  11. Hello, Patty and Pricilla! Love the story of how you came to Montana -- but, it is too brief...need more detail! I had goats, at one time, and they are so darling when they are little, but then they grow up and get into everything and eat everything and get on top of everything -- nothing is safe from them, even vehicle brake wires or carved pumpkins!

    hugs, judyelizabeth

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  12. And they lived happily ever after...

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  13. I also hope you are feeling better now! Or at least that Montana is helping. It's totally up to you -- I know privacy is important on the Web -- but I'd love to see a blog sometime on how you came to find (and fall in love with) your property, and about the house you're building, since I seem to remember a blog that mentioned there's something unusual about it? Again, only if you want to -- the goat blogs are wonderful! (The kids are SO cute; I have to get a baby goat, that's all there is to it.)

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  14. what a great story. well, there you go, how the publicist became a goat farmer.

    I do agree, that face is beautiful. Ive been so busy, i miss reading up on 'ya'all'....did i say that right?

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  15. My question from abbyday: Do your roosters uhm "dance" with the girls? If you need more clarification, the first letter of the word I deign not to say is m. Abby, how old(or elderly) are you? And Pricilla, did you know that most goats usually uh, stop at 10 years?

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  16. Very interesting and cool story. Though I'm not surprised about falling in love with the goats...they are so cute!

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  17. Oh, how I envy you having the bravery to ditch all that is familiar and go on an adventure! How many of us wish we could do that and never do. I know it is not a perfect life, but it seems like you are happy (well, these days it has been trying, right?) raising the goats and living off the land. You are incredible!

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  18. What a wonderful story! So many people are afraid to follow their hearts and do what they want to so it's very inspiring to hear how you did. And of course, who would fall in love with that face!

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  19. I'm so glad you're doing what you do! We so enjoy this blog! :)

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  20. The publicist will answer collectively tonight as she is tired:

    Thank you everyone for your kind words and your interest in my story. Actually Montana has been better for my health that NJ was. Low pressure systems are very hard on me and there are fewer of them here than in coastal NJ. I still have lots of problems but the goats actually help me through lots of them. They give me a reason to get out of bed in the morning.

    They are a challenge but I do love them. Farm life is a lot of work but very worthwhile.

    I really enjoy it and I am so happy you all enjoy Pricilla's blog.

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  21. That is indeed a precious face!!

    I am glad Montana has been good to you. :) Although this coastal New Jerseyan hopes you meander this way again someday for a visit!

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  22. How great that you were able to get a chance to see the country. There are large parts of the U.S. that I have never seen and I have always wanted to see them.

    Pricilla and Abby are beautiful! I can understand falling in love with them.

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  23. Loved your story. And after looking at that face?

    Yes. I want to be a goat farmer, too.

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  24. I would love to be able to do what you two did. Just pick up and find the life you are supposed to be living. I plan on doing that when the kids are out of school. Montana has always been one of my favorite places so maybe we'll be neighbors?

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  25. Montana does me in first. Then comes Pricilla.

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  26. That is just crazy, I don't think I could just sell my furniture to go traveling like that! Scary! But it turned out well for you!

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