So, it’s been quite a roller-coaster ride of a week.
Life on the Homestead tends to be like that and for the most you just have to hold on and go for it; the gut wrenching plummets are what make the views from the top all the more breath-taking.
The wondrous pinnacle of this week was Farm Girl’s seventh birthday. Seven!! Where did that time go?
We’re pretty into birthdays here. They’re the one day you and only you, the celebrant, get to call the shots or the tune or whatever. For that one day every year it’s all about you. Those employed off Homestead book their annual leave each year with those six special dates in mind, and nothing that we’ve encountered thus far has been allowed to get in the way.
So, what did Farm Girl want to do for the big double-oh-seven?
Her instructions were explicit: breakfast at Crema, celebratory chocolate cake at the farm, and fish and chips for tea. Hey, none of us were going to stand in the way of that!
Despite the lack of photographic evidence (we really are a bit slack at that), the day was spent in a breathless flurry of birthday fun with cake and candles, capering with animals and cavorting with cousins, chatting and chuckling and chilling out with a continuous stream of birthday revellers.
Birthdays, you can’t beat them! And what was the birthday girls highpoint? What made her day so special?
Of course, as our regular followers already know, it was then back to the real world with an almighty crash. But life moves on, that roller coaster keeps ripping down the track and nothing stands in the way of Mother Nature in Spring. The question of what to do with the kids needed addressing and quick, as goat boys grow up fast. Cue: much heated discussion, noisy debate, a little bit of table thumping and a tear or two. The final (well, as final as it gets here, because who knows what’s round the corner) decision:
Reaching that decision was pretty much a no-brainer, in truth. It was thrashing through the next bit that caused the angst. What, we needed to clarify, would happen should a suitable home not become available for Otis? And, while we’re talking about it, what would be classed a suitable home?
A suitable home, it was decided, was one where he would be free to hang out with other goatie friends; goofy grins were exchanged at the thought of our little Otis, ruling a paddock somewhere, surrounded by a harem of adoring lady friends. His new family would need to understand that goats need company and room, not to be tethered, and to have access to decent feed (that whole tin-can thing: it’s a myth).
In a nutshell: they would need to be as smitten with goats as us.
Is that a big ask? Time will tell, but one question on our Trade Me ad (our equivalent to E Bay) caused our goofy grins to slip slightly. Would we be willing to sell him right now, immediately, or failing that rent him out for a day to take part in a school parade? We may be an over-protective family (you certainly wouldn’t be the first to voice that sentiment), but should animals really be toys, possessions, or accessories? I can hear the farmers among you sniggering from here, but the thought of poor, bewildererd Otis (who still needs his Mum to be within maa-ing, milk-dispensing distance right now) being paraded around by folks he had no bond with made us feel a tad ill.
So, if no one meets that criteria: what then?
But someone will, surely…
But, what if…?
Oh, alright then. Well *ahem*, for now, *uncomfortable squirm*, in theory, *sigh*, with a thumping heart and a lump in my throat we give you the verdict of that round table discussion: he gets wethered, fattened and…you can see where this is going. Could we do it? That remains to be seen, but after this week’s happenings, surely pirate Black Bart’s motto “A short life but a merry one” far outweighs a miserable, lonely existence. While this Homesteading lark has a huge amount going for it, it also makes you stop and really examine yourself, your beliefs, your everyday behaviour.
Comfort Zone? We left that waaaay down the road.
Quietly, the rest of us have our fingers, toes, eyes and anything else crossed that her mantra works.