It is CRAZY how some things just happen. My boyfriend and I had been kicking around the idea of a miniature horse (which I wanted more) or a full size horse (which he wanted more) to be with our pet goats and help them eat the grass (the picky buggers have a HUGE pasture and never want any...

I'm raising these kids. I'm investing time, love, and effort into them. The three I have were from accidental, untimely breedings. When kidding season comes in at full swing, more will likely come to be fostered by me. And I dread it... not because I don't want to help these darlings stay alive...