Before I get into today's story, I have brought back the goat masthead by popular demand. Before I get a bunch of comments about how horrible I am, you should read the story that goes with it. No goats were hurt in the making of this picture.
Wednesday was an interesting day to say the least. I was and still am, in love with the world. Yesterday I was standing at the end of the drive, waiting for the Pre-K bus to arrive. As it pulled up, our calf Urth's Umbra came running and kicking in an attempt to get the dogs to play. Of course they wanted none of that. The bus driver opened the doors with the biggest grin I had ever seen on her. "what kind of cattle do you raise?" she asked, giggling at the sight of our playful calf. I told her Dexters, and her smile only got bigger. "We raise them too!" oh my, my heart leaped into my throat. I have been looking for someone close that had Dexters as well. "I thought they looked like my cows." I asked if she raised the long legged Kerry's like I do or the short. She told me short, and said that they were actually her son's and his wife's and that they just had a bull calf. She told me that we should all get together and talk. I agreed, I was thrilled.
That evening the Pre-K class had a Christmas program (and yes, this is a public school) We got all gussied up and went to watch our son in action. It was too cute. They did 'Twas the night before Christmas. My 4 year old was dressed in a business suit, and was the part of the play that says "And with a Dash" . He walked across the stage with a green brief case, that said Dash across it. Too freaking cute! Then they signed "silent night", then we sang as they signed it. The last part was them singing "We wish you a merry Christmas". After the program there was snacks. The bus driver and her son was there and we talked. They allowed their ADCA membership lapse and that was why I couldn't find them in the area. We talked for awhile, and it looks like they want to do a straight out bull swap. This is wonderful news! This was something we had thought about bringing up with other Dexter owners in Kansas. And it was him, not us that brought it up. The bull is short legged and horned. Pure Bliss.
My husband and I discussed selling our girls. It was I that brought it up. I was heart sick with the thought, and my husband was angry that I could even mention it. When I was 5 I was diagnosed with chronic depression, they call it clinical now. Than when I was 18, my first son died at 1 month old. Things have been rough, and I am sad most of the time, that was until I got my girls. Something about them snapped me out of it. They accomplished what years of meds and therapists couldn't. And here I am so desperate to save our home that I was willing to give up my happiness. My husband said it would be a last resort. Thanks to all of you, we won't have to do that. And we can build our herd and start making more money from them in the spring. We make a small amount with them right now, enough to cover feed every week.
But this bull, he will help bring even more of our dreams to reality. Ti's the Season, and many Miracles are happening on my little dirt road.