7th Heaven Farm

     Our goat fiasco started with the rescue-purchase of Jack. He was a very sick kid being sold by a slaughterhouse. I could not pass up his wonderful personality and adorable face.

     When purchased, Jack was three months old but the size of a new born. I am told that his mother passed while kidding. Jack was nursed cows milk, then fed horse feed. Anyone who raises goats knows that goats should not be given cows milk and never fed horse feed. Needless-to-say, Jack was very weak, sick and lonely. We spent many a dollars and endless hours caring for him. He slept in the house, and enjoyed warm spring days outside. It was quite the adventure for us; we were first year farmers.

     As a kid, Jack brought much joy to my family members and neighbors.  He napped on everyone?s lap and all enjoyed feeding him carrots, string beans and whatever else I bought to supplement his goat diet. Jack would not drink anything but lemon-lime Gatorade and it had to be from a bottle. I successfully weaned him off Gatorade and he now enjoys water from a bucket.  In the summer months, he gets watered down lemon-lime Gatorade (in a bucket).