It’s been just over a year since Connie died; my first horse, the horse of my dreams, my childhood horse. I felt like shunning horses away forever; something inside of me died. That was until this last July.
The start of Fall in the desert found two new creatures in my life; two baby dairy goats. Why did you get goats? They ask. For years I’ve wanted a dairy cow, a Jersey cow of my own so I could drink milk from my own cow. I have since realized what a large investment that is, and how impractical that would be for my current lifestyle. A dairy cow is for a family.