Oops… I did it again.

Oops… I did it again.
I brought home more goats.
I didn’t wake up planning to explain myself to anyone. I woke up thinking about fencing, feed bins, and whether I had enough coke, But somehow, by the end of the day, I was unloading goats and mentally preparing for the comments I already knew were coming.

“Another one?”

“Didn’t you just get goats?”

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?”

“What does your husband think?”

“How many goats is that now?”

It’s funny how familiar those questions are. They come faster than congratulations and louder than excitement, and yet—here I am.

So meet Buttercup and Belladonna my  Nubians.   Already settled in like they’ve always been here. Buttercup stays close to Belladonna she gentle and curious, watching me like she’s trying to figure me out. Belladonna is bold, loud, and completely unapologetic. She announced herself the moment her hooves hit the ground. I smiled anyway.

The truth is, I don’t buy goats on a whim. There’s thought behind it.   Feed calculations scribbled on paper that ends up shoved in someones pocket. Conversations that start with, “We don’t need another goat,” and slowly turn into, “But… we could make it work.” ” this would work for our milking ”

Yes, goats are loud.
Yes, they scream when they’re hungry.
Yes, they climb, and stare at me like I’m the problem.
But they also make me laugh on days that feel heavy. They give rhythm to my mornings and purpose to my evenings. They remind me why I chose this life—messy, loud, and full of heart.

Homesteading isn’t about perfection. It’s about choosing joy, even when it comes with extra feed bills and muddy boots. It’s about building something slowly, intentionally, and sometimes with one more goat than planned.

So yes—Buttercup and Belladonna are home.
Yes, I got more goats.
Yes, I knew exactly what I was doing.
The opinions can stay outside the fence.
The goats are safe inside it.
Oops… I did it again.

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