A Family Visit: Ryan & Abigail

Myles loves peanut butter treats.

I wrote this post back in March, also, but couldn't find the time to edit images and post it until now. Time seems to be feast or famine, as many things are on the homestead. 

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Sean's brother, Ryan and niece, Abigail spent the last two weeks with us. Visiting from North Carolina, they needed to quarantine so there wasn't a whole lot they could do outside of the homestead. Thankfully, we had LOTS to keep them busy right here.

Interior boards repurposed from
pallets. Exterior boards and plastic
wrap will make the shelter draft-free.

Ryan was a god-send, helping Sean with finishing up the buck barn in the back woods. They installed the roof and finished the walls. All that is left to complete is the floor on one side before the boys can use it properly. In the meantime, the older wethers and young breeding bucks are fascinated with their new space, giving it lots of attention. Additionally, Ryan was invaluable helping with animal chores morning and evening, pitched in with tracking CD&T immunizations, assisting with picking up and stacking hay stores, and even put his hand to mucking out the barn along side Sean. When we began milking this week, Ryan strained the milk and recorded milk yields for us.

Cutting Feta curds

Miss Abigail tried her hand a making bread from scratch, helped make lotions for a Tiller & Rye restock, learned how to make soaps, and made our first batch of cheese for the season. She took on the responsibility of bottle feeding Jake's morning and evening supplementary bottles and helped with tracking copper bolus treatments for our herd. Abigail is staying on here at the homestead for a while longer and we are thrilled to have her with us. While her Dad's flight was in the air, she watched Honey give birth to a BIG, singleton doe who needed a helping hand to be born. 

Abigail and Jake

It hasn't been all work. We've played board games, watched movies together, stargazed and had a bonfire in the doe pasture. Once their quarantine time was past, Abigail and our daughter had an adventure hiking and browsing for treasures at the Big Chicken Barn. Since we share the same faith, we also enjoyed family worship times and meetings for worship via zoom. Snakes, crested geckos, ferrets, and goat kids joined us for snuggle-times.

I can see why having a large family was a blessing when more folks farmed for a living. The many hands made light work of necessary chores and gave us time to spend with one another each day. 

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Boy! Time has a way of flying! I meant to post this almost 3 weeks ago! Since then, Abigail has returned home to her parents and made plans to return for a visit soon. We are looking forward to that for sure. Maybe, we can even convince her hard-working Dad and Mom to come along for an extended stay this summer! Oh the projects we could tackle. I mean, how I look forward to relaxing time to chat and catch up. ;) 

Thanks for visiting with us today, Friends. We enjoy your company. 
Sean & Sonja

Warm Winter Animals

Lucy

Ferdinand

We have had three days reach into the high 20's and low 30's with SUN, glorious... warm... sun! The animals are enjoying it and so are the peoples. Chores are so much quicker and easier when things aren't threatening to shatter with every movement (up to and including fingers and toes!)

I took some time today to get outside and simply enjoy the animals for a bit. To ensure my welcome, I brought treats with me while I visited. Our geese seemed to appreciate them more than the ducks who gave me a cursory glace and went back to dabbling in the snow. Miss Lucy Goosy (Sebastapol) has warmed up to me and will come close to catch tortilla pieces. Mr. Ferdinand (Sebastapol) is completely fearless and takes snacks directly from my hand. I attribute that to his kindly upbringing. The folks who gifted us with him treated him gently and loved him very much. That kind attention has made him into a fine lad. I was hopeful that these two would bond and nest last year. Lucy was accepted into the flock well enough, but no eggs were laid. Perhaps this season. We hope so! We'd love to hatch Sebastopol goslings; some to add to our homestead and others to provide to folks who would love to raise them as pets. They are so lovely with their flowing ballerina feathers and calm temperament. ♥

When the treats were finished, so was the attention spared for me. The geese walked single file back to where the ducks were dabbling and settled themselves to bask in the sun. Dismissed, I wandered myself to visit with the chickens and turkeys.

It may seem like the turkeys live on this perch because quite a few photos are captured of them on it, but I promise that is not the case. They spend most of the day keeping order in the yard, digging for tidbits dropped in the hay and congregating at the potager gate. The turkeys are by far the friendliest birds on the homestead. They follow Sean and I when we are outside. I admit, that partly that is so they can grab the bits we drop along the way, but I honestly believe they enjoy our company as much as we do theirs. This group, save two who came to us from a friend's farm, were all born and hand-raised here. They have grown into large, lovely birds. The hens, Jordan and Lydia are the most friendly of the lot. They will suffer people hugs without trying to escape and often make trilling sounds of contentment at us- like a cat purring.

With the days warming, we opened the barn to let the goats stretch their legs and soak up some warmth, too. The young bucks took a field trip back to their regular shelter and pasture in the back yard. I think they appreciate having more room again. Being closed in a barn stall is warmer, certainly, but it is not much fun.

The does explored as far as the empty, unused outside mangers and then returned to the barn. They were not about the snow- even without the cold. Only Benny, Tabby, and Jem stayed in the pasture. Even though they chose not to use their yard, I like knowing that they can roam, if they want to.

Jem's broken leg healed strangely, but certainly better with our Veterinarian's assistance with casting it than it would have had we left it and hoped for the best. She will probably always walk with somewhat of a limp, but she is able to get around well for all that. She recovered well-enough that we are hoping she is bred again and will gift us with another perfect doeling this season. It is still early to tell if she is carrying kids without a sonogram, so we'll have to wait and see. ♥

Thanks for visiting with us today.

Sean & Sonja ♥

Flooding in the Pasture

"Conversation about the weather is the last refuge of the unimaginative" ~Oscar Wilde

Your pardon, Mr. Wilde, but had your livelihood depended as directly on crops and livestock as it did writing plays and poems, you may have had a vastly differing view. Weather plays such an integral part of our lives, I noticed recently that many of my posts begin with what the weather is doing and how we are dealing with it. "Old-timers" often remark on the weather I suspect for much the same reason. It had a tangible bearing on their lives. It also helps draw people together in several ways. Shared experiences help us to bond with one another. Alternately, large weather events cause most of us to feel concern for the welfare of others.

This is normally dry land. The stream lives roughly 100 feet beyond our pasture fencing.
Not so right now. 

This post in entirely focused on weather. For the past several weeks, Maine has borne uncommon cold temperatures. Normally, the temperature drops gradually from October through January, varying by 10 degrees or so from day to day. As the temperature declines, snow falls. Whether we see a few inches or a few feet during those storms, we deal with what nature drops. Come the first week in February, we expect a snap of several days, maybe a week, where the temperatures plunge below zero. Though unpleasant, the people and animals living on this homestead are able to deal with our expected weather patterns.

This year was vastly different and is causing much conversation. We enjoyed an unseasonably mild fall, seeing days as warm as 60* F into November. We hoped that signaled a mild winter ahead. We were disappointed. By the end of December, our temperatures dropped severely, the worst days dropping to -25* F overnight~ this without the added consideration of wind chill. What is wind chill? When high winds are present with severe low temperatures, conditions intensify. The thermometer might read 40* F, but if the wind speed is 20 MPH, it will feel as if it is about 18* F outside. We were reaching temperatures as low as -8* F regularly, with wind chill factoring in to make it -30* F some days. In that kind of extreme cold, frostbite can set in within a very short period of time. That kind of cold freezes water buckets solid within hours, necessitating constant replacement. Vehicle batteries won't turn over. Fingers in gloves can take an injury without it being felt. For our animal wards, without the time to acclimate to the cold and develop good undercoats for protection, the situation can very quickly become life threatening. Animal care becomes an around the clock venture. The unseasonably cold temperatures lasted over two weeks for us. They paused long enough to drop a couple feet of snow with the help of Blizzard Grayson and then returned to below zero.

This week our weather changed. We enjoyed three days of normal cold temperatures; 20*-30* F days and nights hovering in the single digits. On Friday, we warmed to 40* F and then the rain came. Torrential rain, melting the banks of snow and filling water bodies. Authorities are advising to avoid travel if possible. The good part is that frozen paths are clear for the first time in months and ground can be seen again. After days in the negative temperatures, 30's-40's feels pretty good for the animals. Unfortunately, this break is not staying. The rain is due to stop tonight and tomorrow we expect the high to be around 16* F during Sunday. Sunday night is forecast to drop to -6* F. Monday warms to a balmy 16* F, again. Fluctuations of 40 degrees in a 24 hour period is harder on the animals than the people. Once more we worry for how they will cope with this change.

I don't know what the rest of this season holds for us, but we hold out hope that things get back to normal for all of us.

Thanks for visiting with us today. I hope you are warm and dry wherever you find yourself.
~Sean and Sonja 

Blizzard Grayson and the Flu

It is a rare thing for Sean or I to be sick. Injured, yes. With the amount of work in the form of building and tearing apart to repair done around here, injuries happen. For the past ten days, Sean and I have been dealing with the flu.

That doesn't stop things needing to happen on the homestead. Animals don't care that you have a fever or chills when it is feed time. It hasn't helped that we have been experiencing a cold front unlike any either of us can remember in recent years- certainly not since we began homesteading in 2009. We are very well acquainted with cold. But, to have an average daytime temperature of about 7* F during the day and an average of -7* F over night without the additional considerations of the very real wind chill and that is a horse of a different color. Especially for late December into early January. The problem for the animals is that we went from 30*-40* weather to frigid temperatures without the benefit of acclimation. The coldest day was -20* F; the coldest night dropped to -25* F without the wind factored in. They had begun to get their fluffy down and undercoats, but it was a shock to us all. One that persisted for just over two weeks. Add to that the recent visit of blizzard Grayson and the 18" of snow he dropped and we have, indeed, been a miserable bunch. Sean has needed to shovel out paths to cars, shelters, home and barn and as importantly, KEEP them clear. The wind whipping across the field, gusting up to 50 mph, has differing ideas. So far, the humans have won in that there are still paths and the animals have been cared for and the humans are still alive, though still coughing their heads and lungs out.

Sean was down for about five days, followed by a recovery and relapse for a couple more days. He is better now. Sean thinks I might have walking pneumonia. I may well have, but money is dear during the winter months and I am loathe to spend it on a trip to the doctor. At this point, if it is viral (which I strongly suspect), I am already drinking fluids, resting, and controlling the symptoms as best as I can. If it is bacterial, we are already feeling much better and are over the worst of it. There doesn't seem much point to antibiotics at this stage. The elderberry syrup I put up helps quiet my cough. And warm tea brewed from mullein and spearmint leaves, wild-harvested this fall helps open my airways. And, a dose of Nyquil at night doesn't hurt either. My biggest complaint is frustration over being utterly exhausted after doing the smallest task. Just venturing out yesterday to take some pictures and visit with the goats left me in need of a nap. So it is a balancing act. As part of the walking dead, I have things that must be done, however I don't want to overdo it and relapse again.

I am thankful that I work from home most of the time. Though feeling miserable, I have been able to plan upcoming classes in soap making and lotion and lip balm creating at four different venues. I have been able to post an online give-away and guide our daughters in assisting with packaging incoming orders for product. School assignments have been printed off and are ready to be completed. And, I won't lie, lots of PBS's Masterpiece Theater has been viewed, wrapped in a warm blanket on the couch snuggled with Sean and a bowl of warm soup to drink. Tomorrow night, we are venturing out to teach the first class in this series. I hope my voice holds out. If not, Sean will be there to help. :)

This week started with a welcome break in the weather. We warmed up into the low 30's and are forecast to get into the 40's- just in time for rain Friday night into Saturday morning. And, then the temps are supposed to return into the negatives. We are preparing for the potential of an ice-storm event with power outages. All I can say as I sit here planning for this year's garden is, there are only 69 days until it is officially Spring. We can do it.

Thanks for visiting with us today.
Sean & Sonja

Bittersweet

Ornamental Bittersweet wrapped around a dead tree branch.

The Bittersweet reached
almost all the way to the
top of this evergreen.

One of the things I look forward to each year is foraging for and collecting bittersweet. The pretty yellow berries pop open to reveal a small bright crimson interior. I love that they last that way for many months. Their colors perfectly reflect the best autumn has to offer. They just make me happy.

I make garlands by twining the willing tendrils around themselves and drape them over shelves and cabinet tops. I fill mason jars with sprigs to create tall center-pieces for my kitchen table. I make cheerful wreaths for our door.

In our first foray of the year, Sean and Kristen came with me to my favorite spot to collect our bounty. Sean was a great help in untangling its mass from the pine tree it was strangling. After we got to spend a few minutes visiting with Kristen's grandmother, Nancy.

On Thursday, I brought three wreaths with me to the Bucksport Bay Farmer's Market and they were well-received. I think I will bring more with me this week. :) That meant another trip to collect additional vines and berries. This time Meaghan and Kristen went with us. The girls helped me while Sean worked with Nancy to tame some unruly greens in her yard. We selected a spot where the bittersweet grew closer to the ground, thinking it would be easier to reach, but our selected patch was guarded by other long vines clustered with red berries and wicked thorns determined to leave us bloody for our efforts. I am calling us successful, since once more the back of the car came home full to bursting with lovely bittersweet, but all three of us girls are sporting punctures- especially me.

If you are interested in a wreath for your home, I would be delighted to create a special one just for you. They are all different and measure approximately 16-20" across. The cost is $20 plus shipping. Or, if you are local and want to select your own, you can find a selection at The Not So Empty Nest in Bangor. (I'll add other shops as I know wreaths will be available in them.)


Do you have ornamental Bittersweet growing near you? Do you ever collect it?

While we were out and about, I captured some images of Autumn from our neck of the woods. I hope you enjoy them...

Leaves turning colors

Evergreens

Berries

One of my favorite views. 

Sprigs make lovely center-pieces in a mason jar. 

What a difference a couple days can make. The trees are all beginning to change color.

Thanks for visiting with us. Hope you come again soon! ~Sean & Sonja ♥

A Visit with Lumiwa Farm

Sean explaining proper looking hooves to Lucy 

After the hard start to the weekend, Sean and I needed a day to spend together. We decided to spend part of Sunday visiting the good folks of Lumiwa Farm in Milbridge. Lucy and Mitja adopted our Miss Haddie, MacKenzie and Bryce and little Moses in the beginning of March. They are doing so well in their new home. It gives me a happy glow to see goats we've delivered, raised and loved settling into a new home and family.

Our visit had a purpose. Haddie's hooves needed to be trimmed. Sean demonstrated how to trim all the goats' hooves. We also checked eye lids for anemia from spring time parasites and talked through the benefits of deworming the herd. And, everyone except Moses provided us with a fecal to get tested. MacKenzie seems to have a case of mites that will be handled with injections of Ivomectin. Overall, the herd is looking fantastic. Sean and I just couldn't be happier or more thankful for the good care they are receiving.

Throwing an extra bale encourages the girls to venture into the pasture and onto the play gear. 

On Monday evening, Sean and I took advantage of the seasonable evening to spend some time in the pasture with our own herd. Earlier in the day, I cut branches of spruce and pine for a treat. When Sean joined us, he distributed an extra bale of hay along the play equipment in the main pasture. Since it was the first time we would have Benny, Captain, and Frankincense in the pasture, we hoped keeping the big girls busy munching on hay would be advantageous. For the most part, it kept them busy. My soul needs the weather to finally change over into Spring. Spending time with the herd, watching their antics, gives me such a profound feeling of inner peace. As the weather tempers, we'll spend more time outside.

I captured some footage of the day for you to enjoy with us. A side note: Becca is doing very well. She has milk because she gave birth. We will not be milking her this season, but to help wean her milk supply, we let other kids nurse from her a little bit, from time to time. It has the benefit of lessening some of the discomfort of an engorged udder, but she is not being nursed regularly, so her milk supply should peter out quickly.

In typical Maine fashion, it snowed 3 inches overnight on Tuesday so the ground is coated with a blanket of cold, wet snow again. I am so very done with that! It shouldn't be much longer until warmth returns to our lives. The days are lengthening daily. Unmistakable signs are all around us. The hens are giving us around 2 dozen eggs each day. Miss Jordan (turkey yearling) is sitting on her first nest in the secondary doe stall's auxiliary hay manger inside the barn. She is not picky about which eggs she'll sit upon; we have to remove hen's eggs daily from her clutch. A broody hen has made a nest in an empty goat stall and is sitting on a mixture of 10 eggs donated from an assortment of hens willing to generously give to her cause. It is earlier than I would plan for chicks or poults to hatch, but they seem so intent, I haven't the heart to stop them. We'll see what comes of it.
Our chives are visible in the herb garden. I can't wait to be able to harvest some to season our chevre. Life is renewing.

Thanks for visiting with us today, friends.
Sean and Sonja ♥

Winter Updates; Peanut's Growing and Greenhouse Dreams

Resting, crop closure and throat repair completed.

It's been just about 6 weeks since Nut was found injured. She is doing great. I had no idea if our intervention would lead to the chance of Nut eventually leading a normal life or not, but I feel like she is past the point of concern. If it were not winter, she would be reintegrated into the flock right now. As it is, she and her siblings will spend the winter in my studio. As cute as she is and as happy as I am that she is alive and thriving, this is not a perfect solution. Chickens in the house are never high on my want list. So, I am adding moving the chickens outside to my list of reasons to look forward to spring. :)

Walnut, Chestnut and our little Peanut. :) 

We brought Nut's two siblings inside to keep her company for a couple reasons. The first and most important to us is that as flock animals, raising a chick as a singleton is not a good idea. Nut will need to develop social skills to find her place within the flock. She needs chicken companions to learn those skills. Secondly, we find it is always easier to add an established group to our flock rather than a single bird. Singletons tend to get bullied. Lastly, it was easier to let Momma hen return to her friends in the flock instead of wintering over in a make-shift separate, safe pen. And so it is that we have three 6 week old chicks in my studio for the next 12 weeks.

It makes studio time a little more distracting, but that is not altogether a terrible thing. It is good to look up from time to time and take a break.

Framed and the temporary back wall of greenhouse plastic up.

Plastic up. Needs strapping and trim, but WOW!

Work tends to slow a bit in the winter, but it does not stop. Work never stops on a homestead. When there is not building, planting, or creating, there is planning. One of our most pressing jobs is the building of our greenhouse. This is a game changer for us. The hope of food nearly year-round and the ability to get a solid jump on planting before May or June is huge for our family. Just, HUGE. We framed out the metal supports for our greenhouse in October. Our friend, Cheri, visited and gifted us with the lumber we needed to complete building its sides. Our friend, Jenny, gifted us with greenhouse plastic. And, slowly over the last couple months, Sean built the frame. My Dad found us a 30,000 BTU and another 12,000 BTU Monitor kerosene heater. Things were falling into place. Sean and I worked together to get the plastic into place and secured it by wrapping it under the wooded side supports. Between the weight of the greenhouse itself and the cement blocks we purchased, we hoped it would be enough until we could strap over the top of the plastic to secure it permanently.

Through the GUSTING WIND.
With Sean and I holding onto the plastic, it took all our strength to
keep the greenhouse intact. 

Sean removing the last of the plastic- for now.

And, then the temperature dropped to -10* and the winds picked up to 40 MPH. Sean and I tried to secure the plastic better for a little while and then, gave in to the Wind's mighty strength and removed the plastic before it was damaged and rendered completely useless. Thus ended the dream of a winter garden space for this year. The wind may have icy fingers with which to win the first round, but we have opposable thumbs and the brains Jehovah gave us. We'll tackle this again in the Spring. For now, everything is safely stored to weather the winter storms that may come.

This morning, Sean was home from working any construction jobs and we spent some time sketching out and planning on the goat fencing expansion for Spring, including new field shelters and hay manger systems. It is exciting to look forward to warm weather and proper work days here.

Before then, we have a lot to do. Included in that list is the clearing out and organizing of the 2nd story of the barn and moving Sean's heavy table saw and band saw from our extra doe stall to the upstairs. Kidding time is fast approaching. Thanks to Asher's ability to foil our every attempt at keeping him OUT of the doe pasture, we will need all the stalls we have available. (Bad, BAD Goat!) In a renewed effort to have some say over his breeding schedule, we have devised yet another idea of keeping him contained. That, too, is on the list. Plus, we are ready to move to selling our farm wares almost exclusively wholesale. That means I need to increase our inventory from it's current $7,000 mark to $30,000 before April. Read that: Sonja now lives in her studio. She will see you in the Spring. :) This move is truly exciting and absolutely terrifying all in one. That is a lot of time and resources to invest in our homestead wares. And, we are a year ahead of our initial projections, but all things considered we really believe that this is what is going to be best for our faith, family, and farm.

For those of you who are interested, you can find our Lally Broch Farm Goat Milk Soaps, Bees' Wax Wraps, Eggshell Jewelry, and Organic Soy Scent Tarts at The Local Variety in Bucksport, ME, Silkweeds in Searsport, ME, and the Marsh River Cooperative in Brooks, ME. You can find our Jewelry and Scent Tarts at The Not So Empty Nest in Brewer, ME. The Maine Gathering in Camden, ME sells our Jewelry. The Bath Cottage in Cocoa Beach, FL stocks our Goat Milk Soaps and Jewelry. You can find all of our items online at our Etsy Shop, too. We are hoping to add 12 additional New England shops by Spring.

It is time to get back to working in the studio. Thanks for stopping by to visit with us, Friends.

Sean and Sonja ♥

They are in Cohoots!

That's right.

Dogs and Cats living together. Mass Hysteria.

Or at least, an assault on my diminishing bowl of fancy nuts on the kitchen table.

A new game is afoot in the household. The game begins with Roamer or Acadian climbing onto the kitchen table- a "no no" for sure, but a house rule they ignore with zeal. Head down, tail twitching, one or both stealthily stalk up to the wooden bowl of nuts sitting uneaten. A quick bat-bat-bat of a front claw and a nut is freed from the confines of the bowl.

The nut lands either on the table which makes for
an impromptu practice session of pouncing. Or, it skitters to the floor where Buster or Molly impatiently await to steal it away.

Two dogs. One nut. You do the math.

The kittens certainly have. They peer over the edge of the table laying bets on who will come out on top. The faster pooch snaps up their prize and runs to a quiet spot to crack it open with their teeth in order to eat it. The loser circles the table, ready to snatch the next flying treat.

Extra points are awarded for leaving sharp nut shell pieces laying strategically on the floor in the path of the vulnerable soles of my feet. Scattering drying sunflower seeds all over the table does not yield additional points, but that doesn't stop it from happening.

Another day. Another mess to tidy. 

Hiking With Goats

As a reward for our hard work getting several fencing areas expanded, changed around, or revamped over the weekend, Sean, our girls and I took some time out to hike up Mount Waldo with some dear friends of the human variety and Delilah. It was the first hike of what we hope will be many hikes this year. We'll see.

Since it was so late in the day and we were all tired, we opted to stop at the turn out instead of continuing all the way to the quarry's peaceful watery scene. It was enough. Even the hordes of biting black flies could not dampen our young people's enthusiasm and fun.

Kristen, Meaghan, Daniel & Aidan

Delilah had never been hiking with us, but she enjoyed exploring and munching on brush. Unlike Haddie and Judah's first experience, Delilah did not immediately skip around the granite blocks, but instead picked her way through them cautiously.

The girls scampered to the top much more interested in exploring than Delilah. It is a long way up, but the view was worth it!

Success! At the peak!

Wild strawberries are all in bloom. In another month, these will bear sweet, red strawberries. YUM...

Delilah was not interested in the strawberry blossoms, but she enjoyed her fill of leaves. Leaves did not seem appealing for us. We went for ice cream at Wilson's Country Market. What a fantastic ending to our day!

Thanks for stopping in for a visit tonight. We're so glad you came.
Sonja ♥

Coats My Goats

Father Time has declared that it is officially spring. Unfortunately, no one has passed that message on to Mother Nature. We are expecting another snow fall this Wednesday and between now and then, our forecast calls for evening temperatures to be near zero each night. Can I just get on the band wagon calling for winter's demise? I am so over this. I cannot tell you just how much this is so. I am ready for planting and clean up. Bring on Spring; I promise no complaints about the mud or black flies that accompany it from this quarter.

I have written of my concern for the animals tucked up in the barn. Winter is hard for everyone, particularly so for the small and young or old and frail. We have had our share of losses this year. Though I will always worry; it's genetic~ my concern has been alleviated somewhat by the kindness of a stranger. You know what a stranger in Maine is, right? Around here, that's just a friend we haven't met yet.

About a week ago, I saw a post offering goat sweaters on Caprine Capers from Cheryl Magee of New York. I immediately sent a message to Ms. Magee detailing my interest in them for our kids. Within just a couple days, a package arrived and inside were no less than EIGHT hand-knit and/or crocheted sweaters in a bright array of colors for our kids. Remember, Ms. Magee and I have never met. Out of the goodness of her heart, she sent us this gift. This life can be so hard~ back-breaking, heart-achingly difficult. It is not for everyone, to be sure. But, it is also so filled with blessings and moments like these. Moments that show that in this fast-paced, dog eat dog world, there is still kindness, goodness and love to be found.

I am so grateful for these goat coats for our littles. Thank you, Ms. Magee from the bottom of our hearts.

~ Sean and Sonja Twombly and ALL the Lally Broch Farm Goat Kids