Many of you that follow the farm on facebook know that we had decided to sell out herd of Boer goats and focus on sheep and pigs. We had been waiting until they were all done kidding and every one was sturdy enough to withstand a move.  We listed the herd on several sites and in the first day found a great home for the whole herd to stay together.  This was of course ideal because several of the does had special bonds so it was good to know they would all be staying together. The day came that the goats were supposed to head to their new home on Friday.  Matt had taken the trailer to get inspected and was bringing it home after work.  While we waited the girls and I went to the barn to do evening chores and get ready to load the goats on the trailer when Matt got home.  I'm going through the normal routine of feeding and watering when I turn around to find Birdy hunched over one of the goat pens, crying on the goat.  It was her fair goat that she had shown for the last couple years in 4H.  Her name was Rosalie and she was particularly friendly and easy to handle.  I, of course, stopped what I was doing and went over to hug my little twelve year old that was now fighting the emotion that something she had loved and worked with so much was about to disappear from her life.  Now most of you know the goats weren't my "thing"...Matt and Michaela had wanted them and they were the ones that loved them.  Over this past winter during lambing/kidding I had spent a lot of time tending to the pregnant does, and though sheep are my true passion, I have to admit that I had gotten quite used to those mouthy grain hogs.  I had gone through some moments of second guessing our choice, shed some tears over the thought of sending the herd off and "abandoning them".  
Well as I leaned on the stall hugging my tearful twelve year old, I shot Matt a text...maybe we should just keep 442 (Rosalie is her name).  Is that what you want was his response...well I'm not sure that is what I want, but I surely can't stand to see my daughter so sad.  Well you guessed it, we are now a lamb and pork farm with two goats, as Rosie had a daughter that was still nursing and of course would need company any way.  The farm is a business, yes, and that means that some hard choices need to be made in order to keep us moving in a successful direction.  I am glad we were able to compromise, and the buyer was understanding to make my little one happy.  Anything to keep her in the barn and out of trouble.  I am just grateful that for now the tears are over goats, and not boys, as that will surely come :/