I'm on a dating site for seniors.

I don't pay so I don't get to read the emails, pokes and flirts...

I made my profile say, in the section "Who am I looking for" that I was looking for someone smart.  Smart enough to find me off that site.  I mentioned that I'm called the goat lady by people who don't know me well.  My good friends all know I prefer The Goat Goddess.  Also that I lived near Corvallis.  A little good sleuthing should give them an easy path to find me since The Goat Goddess and Corvallis combination googled me right to the first entry.  Then it would bring them here.  From here they could find the Farm name, google again and find our website with links to my email.

One guy in particular, he's smart and funny.  I hope he's motivated enough and smart enough and finds me.  Till then, I'm fending off the frogs.  I don't think I have to kiss all those frogs to find a Prince. So, strong and smart woman that I am, I am stopping the frogs in their tracks and hoping that the Prince is smart and finds me.

As to the site, I can see all the profiles I want, see the pictures and see who has looked at me.

First rule:  Out of state?  Blocked, can't see my profile anyore.

Second rule:  No picture and no prose describing ...... anything........  Blocked, cant' see my profile anymore

Third rule:  If the gent's profile says he is looking for a woman who is slender and fit. "Takes care of herself", active and toned, or any form of the height/weight appropriate issue...... blocked..... cannot see my profile anymore because they "CAN'T HAVE THIS"

Views my profile again and again but didn't answer an email..... BLOCKED!  You had your chance and an extra month before you were blocked, but after that, I get the message and you are blocked!

I left a long breadcrumb trail so if he's smart, he'll find me.

Artisan Bread Fundraiser for Alsea Food Bank

Photo by Nancy Chandler

The Alsea Valley Voice came out this week, mailed to everyone in the valley, and in it is the announcement that I will be making artisan bread all month to be sold at John Boys Alsea Mercantile with all proceeds from the bread to go to the Alsea Valley Food Bank.  I delivered three loaves the other day, crossing my fingers that they would sell, and they sold at once.  So I made six more yesterday and delivered them this morning.  By midafternoon all were sold and other people were coming in asking for more, so I'll be baking again tomorrow.  It's fun, I like the creativity of making each batch a little different and the kitchen smells so danged good.

It's so great that Alsea has it's own food bank and people don't have to go over the mountain to get food help.  If you don't have money for food, gas money is a challenge too.  I like to do a fundraiser for the food bank every year and last year we did a wonderful bake sale that raised almost $600, keeping the food bank going for the month of January.  Everyone I called pitched in and baked such wonderful stuff that we sold on December 23rd.  This year there were lots of bake sales in front of the Merc all during December so I decided to do something different.  Thanks to everyone for supporting this effort and I will try to keep up with the demand!  We may not make as much all together, but so far we are at $30 and I will keep mixing and kneading and baking as fast as I can!

Setting the Record Straight

Well, it's been awhile since I've written a blog and I wish this one were one of the great ones I've been working on in my head.  Instead, I've been the target of a very angry person via a facebook exchange.  I received a facebook like and I reciprocated by checking out their page, finding out in the process that they were making and selling cheese, though not licensed thru Oregon Department of Agriculture.  An exchange ensued, it escalated beyond what I was comfortable with, and I deleted all of my entries on the subject.  Random posts and comments on my posts kept showing up for awhile from the people in question and being somewhat embarrassed by them, I deleted them, and wrote an apology on my facebook page, telling people that I would try to keep anything like that offline from now on.

This "apology" entry was made almost a month ago, at the end of the other exchanges.  I awoke this morning to find that this apology had been discovered, interpreted as an attack and set them off again.  More entries, more accusations, which I again deleted and did not respond to.  In reading other entries on her page, she has not had a good month, has many problems beyond what she is projecting at me and I don't want to provoke her.

I will however, for my own peace of mind, answer some of the accusations regarding how we operate our farm:

illegal immigrant workers, paid below minimum wage:  The people who work on the farm make between $10 and $12 an hour, paid weekly.  In a difficult economy, that's not so bad.  The difference depends on length of time worked and relative responsibilities.  They are, except for one person, local valley residents who have all worked here for a long long time.  We have one hispanic worker, here in the US with a legal residence and work permit, who has worked here, one day a week in the spring and summer, for several years.  He makes $11 an hour and I always pay him for an extra hour to compensate his driving out to the farm, 25 miles.  He cleans my barns, rakes my leaves, stacks my firewood, bucks hay, he does it all with great care and I hope he continues to call me for work. He is worth his weight in gold and I wish I could pay him more.  He always tries to take less.  Such a good man.

I hacked off my hair with scissors like a crazy person:  A few years back, I had a little tiff with the woman who colored and cut my hair.  She did a fabulous job and I looked great but she was always getting on me because I didn't come often enough... sometimes I didn't have time, sometimes I didn't have money.  And I had wanted to stop coloring my hair and didn't know exactly how to accomplish that.  I decided, pretty suddenly, that I was tired of the pressure, tired of the expense and upkeep, and I went to a salon, and had my hair shaved off.  I've kept it very short and silver for several years now, kind of a soft silver mohawk.  My friends like it, say I've got a great head and it's "edgy".  My Mom is not so crazy about it but I can live with that.  Since then, Ann Hathaway has done it, Pink has the same style, Miley Cyrus has this style, Charlize Theron, Will Smith's daughter.... I'm a trend setter! Sometimes I'm a crazy person too, but it's startling to see this written by someone who doesn't even know me.

Unsanitary Conditions such as "boots worn into the sterile environment":  Have you ever seen an Oregon farm in winter?  Nothing is sterile.  However we are not in production during that time so hosing off muddy boots and walking into the milk room, where we store milk in season and clean up after milking, is something we do.  Again, there is no milk kept during this time, other than a little to feed bottle babies.  First thing we do in that room is wash our hands then we get whatever bottles, equipment or vaccines we need to take care of the new kids and head on back outside.  When we are getting close to milking season, we scrub everything with brushes, Simple Green and finally, bleach water.  The walls are all washable surfaces, the floors are all concrete with floor drains, the equipment is all stainless steel and everything gleams before we begin milking for cheese production.  We replace milk lines and inflations on the pipeline milk system with all new components and we change our routines to a higher protocol for milk cleanliness.  Finally, unlike unlicensed producers, we are routinely inspected by ODA, FDA, chefs who do farm visits, market managers who do farm visits and we are not perfect but we get very good inspection reports and have for over 20 years.

Animal Control has confiscated my animals:  Never, never happened.  I have had an ongoing conversation with Ms Erica Oneil, of Benton County Animal Control over dogs.... both a neighbors dog chasing our goats, and our own errant, wayward wandering dogs.  She's always welcome, she's always helpful, and with her input, and the help of modern technology,  we have all four woozles staying pretty much within our property now.  As for the goats, OSU Large Animal Hospital brings students out here for mini goat teaching clinics.  Again, it's a farm, not a hospital, but all critters are well fed, have clean water, get regular hoof care, get routine vaccinations and worming and have a warm place to get out of the rain.  The people who work here all love the goats.  It's all about the goats.

I can't remember any of the other accusations but as I said, this rebuttal is for my own satisfaction since it's painful to have untrue things said about you and have NO way to counter it without escalating the situation.  I doubt this will be seen by many and hopefully those who do read it will recognize the frustration caused by the circumstances and be kind in their judgement.  And if this IS, by chance, read by the person who is so angry with me, I hope she is able to take that energy and create better circumstances for herself and her son and is able to move on and leave this situation behind.  Happy New Year to all. 

Photo by David Lygren

OMG It's SPRING Again.....

  It seems we wait all winter for the weather to break, for the goats to start to look pregnant, for the electric to stay on, for the fierce windy storms with heavy tree cracking snow to stop.  For the roads to get cleared and the landslides undermining the curves over the mountain to be fixed.  And finally for the babies to come.

THE BABIES ARE HERE!!!  It seems the moms are like girls in the fraternity house, their cycles all seem to sync because  for a few days there we had four or five does kid each day.  My husband has the barn all set up so slick for kidding season.  The pregant does are in the field by the house so we can watch them.  About six weeks ahead of when kidding is expected, we start to bring them into the milking parlor, which is still a muddy mess from winter, for a little bit of grain each day and a chance to look each doe over closely.  When things looks close, my husband begins to lay out tons of fresh straw everywhere they hang out that's under cover.  In the heart of winter, he adds straw to the muddiest pathways to help keep us and the goats out of the muck.  But in spring, he starts to layer fresh straw everywhere because we want the kids to land on fresh bedding.

When we see the kids being born, or when we find them in the loafing barn on our early morning check, we immediately dip the kids navels in iodine and then move mom and kids into a snug interior 12 X 12 stall, inside the big barn.  It has nice high, solid walls, is private and protected from the wind.  Hanging down about four feet from the ground in the middle of the stall, tied off in five directions, is  a heat lamp.  A feeder against one wall has the finest stemmed, highest quality hay we have.  Fresh water with a few drops of molasses, a pan of grain with a side of mineral salt... mama and babies have a nice, snug, private place to get acquainted with a warm island in the middle.  They stay there until we're sure the kids are doing well and being fed then David moves them to the other side of the barn where he has fixed up a 12 X 24 space with hay feeders on both ends, fresh water and more mineral salt.  Solid wood on three sides but one long side faces the inside of the barn and is open mesh stock panel.  Comes in modular 16' sections, can be cut, used for fence, for feeders, for gates.  We love it.  There's another heat lamp in here but we don't use it unless the weather is really bad because the kids huddle together in the corner.  In the heart of kidding, we might actually have two or three does at a time in the first stall and we've had up to ten with kids in the next stall.  The next step is to move mamas and frisky, healthy kids out to the back pasture.  Still plenty of shelter and snug places for kids to hide and sleep but also pasture, larger hay feeders, fresh water and lots of room to run, jump and play. 

I love to go out to the barn and look around and realize that no matter how nasty the weather and no matter how yucky the mud, all the goats are dry, have straw paths through the worst of the mud, have clean water, fresh bedding, good quality hay and an old goat who takes such good care of them.  They all have what they need, even if some of it's tied together with baling twine..... the goats are happy.

And now that the weather will keep improving, now that the kids are playing outside my window, now that the markets and our income are starting again, now that most of the births are over with no real emergencies, now that we are scrubbing off the winter mud from equipment, walls, floors, now that we are milking and making cheese again..... The Goat Lady is happy too!

"Why Did My Goat Die?"

Photo by Nancy Chandler via Droid

"People say you are the Goat Lady so I thought I'd call you"..... I hear this all the time and it's never good.  By the time I get this call, usually the poor goat is past saving.... at least by the likes of me trying to make a diagnosis or suggestion based on a bit of information on the phone.

I start out by asking some basic questions:

Is the goat "down"?  Standing, laying down, eating, drinking, making noises that indicate pain?
Is she warm to the touch?  Muscle twitches?  Snotty nose or gurgly sounding breathing?  Diarrhea?
Has it been wormed regularly or recently?  Yearly vaccinations?
Is there good adequate shelter in this bad weather?
What are you feeding?  Do they have access to minerals, salt and selenium?

Many times, by the time I get the call, the goat is "down", almost comatose.  I tell the person to call the vet.  Right away.  I must not communicate well because more times than not, the person calling waits another day or so and then is surprised when the goat dies.

Many times, there's no regular worming given.  High worm load robs the animal of nutrition and as the parasites multiply and consume the feed they poop and that's the problem.  That waste is toxic in extremely high levels. Selenium deficiency is also a problem in this area since our soils are selenium deficient which produces hay and pasture that is low in selenium.  We supplement in several ways.  I detailed this in the previous blog entry.  Mineral deficiency can cause digestive problems, muscle weakness and if severe can lead to the animal ceasing to eat.... which then leads quickly to death.

Late one January, I got a call from a neighbor who said her goat was depressed and had stopped eating.  It had rained for 29 days in a row.... not just a sprinkle but driving rain, every day with flooding and mud everywhere.  When I questioned her about the goat's shelter I found that it was a miniature goat that lived alone in a chain link dog run with a dogloo for shelter.  The dogloo was in the open, in the rain..... so that was the goats shelter.... for 29 days.... inside what basically became a little plastic drum. The poor thing had nowhere to get out of the rain except inside the drum and nowhere to get relief from the noise of the rain pelting nonstop.... for 29 days.  Of course the goat got depressed and stopped eating.  It went crazy waiting patiently for someone to figure out it was in distress.  I told her to call the vet.  She waited another day and by that time, the goat was dehydrated and beyond help.  The goat died.  A few months later she left a message about getting another kid and we avoided returning her call.

Goats are such sweet things.  The point of keeping goats is to have happy goats.  Any large herd will experience losses, particularly in the fall when the weather turns, during kidding season, and in the spring, usually just after the weather breaks.  But there are things to do to keep that number down.  Regular worming.  Yearly vaccinations.  Good nutrition including minerals.  Shelter to get them out of the rain, the wind, the sun.  Dry hay.  Good hoof care.  Diligent observation to find problems early.  Trips to the vet or a "ranch call" if the problems seem serious.....

We'll be having a whole new crop of kids beginning in March.  We'll be providing some free animals to a newly rejuvenated 4H dairy goat project here in Alsea and David has offered to train the leader and provide hands on experience to any of the kids who want to put in time to learn.  We'll have some other animals for sale.  We often have a waiting list of people who are interested in our kids, having heard that they are very healthy and have a high survival rate once in the hands of buyers.  Send us an email if you are interested in getting some kids.  We post on craigslist too, under the heading "GOATS! GOATS! GOATS!"

By the way, in response to the "Goat Lady" label, I usually tell people that I prefer Goat Goddess.

Offseason Activities

Well, due to the economy, we don't really have an "offseason" this year.  Three years ago we went to Hawaii for seven weeks and sold goat cheese at the Hilo Farmers Market in January and February.  We rented an actual MIL apt., cooked meals, earned a little money and learned to live off the land, buying fish at the docks and bread from the rack behind the bakery at midnight.  Fruit was cheap and life was good.  We came home to kidding, milking chores, cheesemaking and then markets.

This year, we aren't going anywhere.  Maybe to Seattle for a few days to see the folks.  But, all the markets are expanding into late fall and very early spring, and several more are going all winter.  We have four markets to do this weekend:  Oregon City, Portland Park Blocks, Montavilla and Corvallis.  Lane County will start in another month too. 

Even though we are not vacationing and we are still marketing, we are not actually milking or cheesemaking.  What we are selling now is cheese made earlier in the season.  The goats like a rest while they are pregnant so that all they have to do is grow babies.... not grow babies AND make milk.  Milking in the rain?  Muddy goats?  Yuck!  It's basically a part of being such a small operation.  Our setup is fairly modest.  It's clean and efficient but nothing is clean on a farm in the rain in winter..... and I don't think that makes for the best quality cheese. 

However, we continue to bring the goats in for much smaller portions of grain to supplement their forage and hay.  Grain is limited in the early part of gestation so that you don't end up with overly large kids, especially in multiples.  But we increase their grain and it's frequency as the gestation proceeds.  Bringing them in from the barns and onto the milkstand gives us a chance to check and trim hooves, observe their eyes and condition, replace collars.  Every January we give yearly vaccinations, booster shots, to every goat.  CD &T vaccine.  CD helps prevent Enterotoxemia or overeating disease by helping to control harmful bacteria in their gut and keep it in balance with the good bacteria.  T stands for tetanus which is just like for humans, in case there was a skin break where the tetanus bacteria, which lives in the soil, could enter.  We'll also worm them all mid-gestation and again right before kidding to make sure all the nutrition is going to the kids instead of to parasites.  Finally, the newly pregnant does will get BoSe supplements and then will get them again right before kidding.  BoSe is Selenium in a suspension that is injected.  Selenium is essential for muscle development.  It's normally in the soil and therefore in the hay but not out here in the Northwest.  We are very very selenium deficient here so we give them Selenium in several forms:  a loose granular salt with trace minerals and selenium.  They love it.  David set up a little "salt bar" where they can stick their heads thru a fence to get to the round pans of red salt.  We also have salt blocks with trace minerals and SE that they like to lick.  And four times a year, before being with the buck, after breeding, before kidding, and several weeks after kidding... they get a bigger dose of BoSe.  The OSU vet who specialized in ruminant nutrition gave us this schedule and told us that most cases of weak newborn kids are due to Selenium deficiency.  Most spontaneous abortions also.  When goats just go down unexpectedly, it's often Selenium deficiency.  He said it's worse to give too little than too much.  If they get too much, they just pee it out. 

Anyway, spending time watching movies, progressive political shows, great documentaries and silly stuff just cause we actually have the time to do it.... sleeping in and taking naps, keeping the stove going and the house warm.  Baking lots of bread.  Watching football.  Markets and orders.  And herd health and maintenance.  That's our offseason!

The "GIVING" in Thanksgiving

Photo by Montavilla Farmers Market volunteer who then kindly forwarded it to us:


One more cold and wet market before Thanksgiving... Corvallis Wednesday, by the river, 9 - 1.  In other years, the very last market before the holiday has been a very good market, but this year, this economy, is different.  Still, we'll be there because a few of the people who do show up will be there specifically to pick up something from us.  It's so wonderful to hear from customers that we play a part in gatherings, parties, celebrations, picnics and how everyone loved it.  It's one of the best parts of what we do, knowing that the karma of doing it spreads outward like the ripples in a pond.


This year, what we've heard from people at all the markets is:  I wish I could afford this, or Do you have anything smaller, or We'll I'll see if we have money left after buying what we need.... our quality is better than ever.  Our product is as fresh as ever.  Our goats were wonderfully productive this season.  But people are struggling.  I see shoppers balancing limited budgets more than ever at the Farmers Markets.  Sometimes its frustrating to make something of quality and do all the work to go to market and then not make as much money as in other years.  But when we talk with other vendors, everyone is in the same boat.  Some of the farmers may not even be back next season... in fact I know of one experienced and seasoned farmer who has already packed up and moved from his farm... his home for the last 25 years.  It was so sad to say goodbye to him at the last market.  Big hugs.  Best wishes.  Sad looks.

This year, we had several market days where we gave away our cheese but asked people to make donations.  The cash donations went to that Markets Matching Funds program to let people stretch their token purchases a little further... and some of the donations went to the Alsea Valley Food Bank.  We got a letter from the Board that the donation to the market fund was going to help people at the pre-holiday market, the one just this last Sunday.  That was nice to know.

We also had quite a few days where we sold BOGO, Buy One Get One free.... other days where we sold the second container for 1/2 price, or just sold for last years price.  We've tried to give the best deals we can, discounting liberally, especially to familiar customers.  We've also traded liberally with other vendors, getting to the point where we virtually never shop for food at a traditional grocery store.

There are two bags of holiday meal ingredients sitting by the door.  If I actually make it off the farm tomorrow, they will go into the Food Bank drop box  at the Alsea Mercantile.  This year I'm buying very little for Thanksgiving, pretty much finding most of the ingredients in the cupboard or the freezer.  Simplifying what we are fixing somewhat.  I need to get some chanterelles from my neighbor who picks and sells them and that's a splurge but we had a nice turkey in the freezer from an earlier trade so that's about all we have to buy.  I've been stashing extra eggs and butter for a few weeks so the pies will be covered.  I even traded for some organic cranberries at a Farmers Market.  

Well, I'm rambling.... it's just that I feel the responsibility of "giving" this year more than ever.  Also of being thankful that we are able to be giving..... Happy Thanksgiving.