Updated: Jun 25, 2021

It takes a lot to make me angry (said me never). Yesterday just so happened to be one of those days. In fact, it is currently just after 5:00 in the morning and I am still thinking about what transpired. As such, I thought I would stop working on my homework and do my civic duty by writing this article.

It all started the day before yesterday…

Here I was, going about my day, when all of a sudden my handy dandy cell phone made a blurpbleepblarp sound that was all too familiar to me. Oh yes, I had a private Facebook message. With that, I swiped up on my screen, tapped out my password (don’t ask me what it is as it’s a secret), and proceeded to click on the notification that promptly took me to my farm’s inbox. I read the message, then began to type out a response.

“Yes I do. I have four bucklings available,” I commented. I went on to explain what I had available, the fact that they are all registered, intact, etc. etc. I even sent pictures of the little darlings. You know, all the important stuff one conveys to a potential buyer when selling kids of the Caprine kind.

Our discussion continued on for a bit and ended with me thanking her for putting a deposit on two of the sweetest little boys that would eventually be her very first herd sires as she is just getting started raising goats. In fact, these were her very first goat purchases. Her next task at hand included searching far and wide for adorable, registered Nubian doelings.