I just purshased my first billy since I had to sell my whole herd almost two years ago today. I am really happy and at the same time, scared. I loved my little 15 goat family sooo much when things got so damn bad I had to let them go. I have had several heartbreaks in my life. Some were my own fault and I have readily admitted it. I don't want this "new" start to go south just like alot of my other dreams have. I wasn't even "planning" on buying a goat today. I just wanted to look at them at a local farm supply store. When I got there........ I was overwhelmed by the sights and YES the smells. I got there JUST at feeding time. Was I lucky? Me and the store owner went out with the feed and I was totally hit with a brick. There were two billys. One was the "Big Daddy" the pygmy king I guess and his son (no name) yet? no name is 7 months old. What got me was that this younger version was the (almost) exact twin to Chinquapin Ridge "Lucifer". My farm name and my good friend Lucifer. These goats may be as common as sand grit. But I do know that. Lucifer was not common in my mind. More to come this is emotional crazy stuff and Dad isn't supposed to cry.