Wishing you and yours a happy holiday and a long weekend filled with love and joy!
Butters and Token enjoying a Nibbly Christmas.
Goat milk is a potent life force, rich in sugars, protein, nutrients, and it’s a natural source of dyhodrogen monoxide (DHMO), one of the most potent beautifiers known to humankind. DHMO is naturally found in organic kale, healthy soil, aloe vera leaf, and the human body. It can plump cells and remove toxins from the body. DHMO can be isolated from milk, vegetables, and even human urine. In fact, I believe that our goats would not survive without it. It is so potent that many experts recommend drinking pure DHMO to support health, energy, and beauty. Studies have shown that drinking as much as 8 to 10 cups of DHMO per day “improves brain performance by as much as 30 percent.”
With a name like Dyhdrogen Monoxide (DHMO), you might think this beautifying wonder comes from a lab. Don’t let the chemistry types fool you – DHMO was invented by mother nature, and the vast majority of industrial DHMO comes directly from natural sources.
Super models, royals, and movie stars all use DHMO, and their radiant beauty shows its benefits. Rumor has it, many of the wealthiest beauties through history have soaked in entire tubs of DHMO! It is said that DHMO plumps the skin and reduces the appearance of wrinkles. It can even enhance the oxygenation of cells, supporting the life cycle of healthy skin. Warm DHMO reputedly opens pores to enhance cleansing and reduce clogged pores. Cold DHMO is claimed to enhance glossiness in hair.
WebMD reports that exercise can reduce body stores of DHMO. DHMO is so beneficial, deficiency can lead to death. Oral supplementation is more effective than topical products for restoring DHMO lost to exercise. But if you’re not a fan of the taste, don’t worry. DHMO is naturally present in many foods and beverages, is added to many manufactured food and drinks, and it can be added to coffee or tea for luxurious boost. In fact, WebMD recommends consuming DHMO with every meal or snack. It’s just that good! In its pure form, DHMO is low-calorie and a welcome addition to a healthy diet (but, as always, it is most effective in it’s natural form, and highly-processed versions may contain salt, sugars, synthetic colors and flavors and other diet-busters and beauty-busters).
DHMO gives ice cream a rich mouth-feel, and improves flavor and texture in many cooked foods. The finest restaurants literally pipe it in to ensure that customers enjoy a truly unforgettable dining experience, and DHMO is found in some of the most expensive wines and liquors in the world. Discriminating consumers frequently seek out DHMO-rich products, and happily pay a premium price for them.
DHMO is an amazing solvent for soap, enhancing lather and improving rinse effectiveness. As a component of goat milk, it is an integral part of our soapmaking process. In moisturizer, it can boost skin levels of DHMO, while the luxurious lotion additives reduce evaporation of DHMO through the skin. It is so effective, we encourage customers to use DHMO with bar soaps for enhanced skin feel.
In agriculture, DHMO helps plants bloom and flourish. It can boost milk production in organic dairies, and it is a critical dietary supplement for free-range chickens. It can be used to alleviate heat stress in livestock, and duck farms often use it to promote mental health and exercise. Some farms mix it with probiotics or herbs to make natural veterinary supplements. It can be used to warm hypothermic livestock, and some alpaca farms spray it directly on the alpacas to provide natural cooling. Yet, DHMO is not eligible for organic certification.
Like all miracle beauty boosters, moderation is key. Massive amounts of DHMO have required Federal disaster assistance in locations as diverse as Florida, Louisiana, and New York. Excessive consumption can have health repercussions. And DHMO is a major constituent in agricultural runoff and sewer flows. But normal topical use in skincare is considered not only safe, but beneficial. Fortunately, the toxic dose for DHMO is extremely high, and quantities as high as 2600 mL per day have been considered as safe and beneficial even for breastfeeding mothers. Yet, some over-reaching local governments have proposed to ban, restrict, tax, or regulate DHMO. Our goat farm friends in California are experiencing severe restrictions. Well-meaning but misguided activists have encouraged this regulatory over-reach. And Oregon farmers are subject legal restrictions on its use.
There is no validity to the controversy regarding DHMO. People use it safely every day. Our parents, grandparents, and great-grandparents survived years of unregulated use with little to no side-effects. Like many natural ingredients, DHMO has been “field tested” over millenia and we won’t let modern rabble-rousers stop us from enjoying the traditional benefits of sensible DHMO use.
Yes, we supplement our goats with this amazing natural complex. It boosts milk production and supports goat health. DHMO is allowed under organic certification standards for uses as diverse as cleaning udders and treating heat stress. In fact, no government anywhere in the world has ever banned feeding DHMO to livestock. Not even in Europe. Not even in California. Not even in France.
By offering our goats DHMO every day, we ensure that their milk is rich with DHMO along with other water-soluble nutrients. Their kids drink the DHMO-rich milk, and even consume pure DHMO on the side sometimes. We believe that DHMO is the most important foundation of our nutrition program for producing rich milk and healthy babies. And the results speak for themselves! Our goats enjoy glossy, soft coats, sparkling eyes, vibrant energy, and supple skin.
Let yourself in on the beauty secret goats and royalty have known for millennia – try DHMO today!
If you’re having trouble finding DHMO in stores, look for it under its many names: H20, hydric acid, water, Dihydrogen Oxide, aqua, Hydrogen Hydroxide, or Hydronium Hydroxide. In beauty products, it is usually simply labeled as “Water” but European brands often prefer to label it as “Aqua.”
Merry Christmas, Happy Hannukkah, and Happy New Year’s, y’all!
“Researchers in Oregon State University’s Department of Food Science and Technology are using an emerging high-pressure technology to process milk at lower temperatures while still maintaining the safety of heat-pasteurized milk. The result is safe milk that tastes fresher and has a longer shelf life than conventionally processed milk.”
Pasteurizing at lower temperatures should retain more of the nutrients, as well. This could be a win for raw-milk drinkers and cheese-makers, as well as farmers.
Alright, let’s give this a shot!
Little Bart, growing up.
Butters, aka Butterball, aka Nibbly Nibblet #1 (and ma’s boy).
Beautiful Brook has Mamma Abbey’s athletic grace.
Kopi peering over the hill
Monk (Abbey’s son)
The triplets on the right, Ice in back, Token on the left. Lisa is in the front on the right, and Maggie honored us with a picture of her butt.
The baby goats love to nibble on my hair.
Now, I do pretty well taking care of the goats, but not so much for my hair. A haircut for me goes like this:
“Phil, I need a haircut. Find some scissors.”
I put my hair in a ponytail, and he hacks off the end.
Seriously. If I have time for going to a hairdresser, I’ll use that time to fix things the goats broke. I used to have an amazing hairdresser. I used to put gobs of products in my hair to make it silky-smooth. Who has time for that when there are adorable baby goats that need hugs?
So when the goats nibble on my hair, I yell at them “I don’t care if it looks like straw! You can’t eat it!”
A couple days ago, Paddy had a baby flashback. She’s almost 2 years old now, but she got behind me and nibbled my hair.
But today, I can’t stop petting my hair. It feels as nice as Sweetie’s fur, and Sweeties fur feels amazing.
We’re not ready for sale yet, but daanng, we’re on the right track. Good stuff coming your way this summer.
Abbey was doing her thing – standing at the gate, wondering when we’d come back. I decided to snap a pic, so you could see Abbey the way we sooo often see her.
Well, I had the big camera out, so I headed down to the barn to finally get pics of the Nibbly Nibblets, and pics of our beautiful new Nubian, Sweet Romance (Sweetie).
Still no decent shots of Butters and Token (the Nibbly-Nibblets). And Sweetie seems to think she looks best in profile. Every time I pointed the camera at her, she looked away, so I got profile pics of her lovely Roman nose and big floppy ears.
I walked around to the other side to try to get a front-face shot. Sweetie looked at Kit, Kit looked at Sweetie, and they silently agreed to kiss for the camera. And I got the shot!! OMG, soooo cute! She IS a sweetie! Well, I snapped some other cute shots of other adorable goats, too.
And I grabbed the memory card reader to download the pics – and found the memory card in the reader rather than in the camera. 🙁 🙁 🙁
It’s a Cannon camera, and Cannon doesn’t support drivers for it anymore. So the pictures are lost.
Well, we sold out of the goat milk lotion.
We sold out in a flash. I think we had one person who tried the tester but didn’t buy. Everyone else had to have it once they felt it on their skin.
And I ran out of some of the ingredients to make more! But I got ’em restocked, and I whipped up some fresh lotion.
Now we’ve got lavender lotion with a more traditional lotion feel (but the same goaty goodness), and lemongrass lotion with the quick-dry feel but lots of moisturizing protection.
Maybe you’ve been reading about what a brat Abbey has been lately and thinking she’s spoiled. Once you try the lotion she made, I bet you’ll understand why she gets hugs every day. She’s a good goaty.
But, you know, it’s not all Abbey’s doing. I put some organic virgin coconut oil in there (among other luscious ingredients). Virgin coconut oil is sooo much closer to a real coconut than the coconut oil you usually see in a lotion. There is a even tiny hint of coconut smell under the essential oils. It’s yummy. Sooo, if you want a gift that makes skin really happy (yours OR someone else’s!), hurry on down on Saturday.
Nope, it’s not “all natural”. You’ve gotta have a preservative. And there’s some silicone in there to give it that amazing feel (and it helps reduce moisture loss through the skin). But it’s mostly natural, and the other stuff is in there for good reason. We’ll have testers, so you can try before you buy. Use the natural soap to gently clean and moisturize, slather on some quick-absorbing lotion to lock in the moisture, and have a very skin-happy holiday season.
We got a Nigerian Dwarf buckling, and we bought his brother to keep him company. They’re a bit young, and moving to a new place is scary. So after they arrived, we’d sit with them, letting them get used to us. When they got up the courage to come to us, they started nibbling, nibbling, nibbling. Nibble our fingers, nibble our zippers, nibble our boots. So we call them the Nibbly-Nibblets.
The buckling is breeding stock, registered, from a nice herd. So he has a Big Important Name on his pedigree. But we call him Token. His brother is called Butters. Yes, Butterstotch, but I call him Butterball.
They nibble their moms. I think nibbling us is a way of asking “will you be my mom now?” Token is becoming a man, and he’s sooo over having a new mom. Butters still needs his hugs.
I was trimming Butters’ hooves today, and he’s too little for my big goat milk stand. I worked something out, and started trimming. Butters got very upset (goats are huge babies about having their toenails trimmed!). So I grabbed him in a big hug. That made it all better. So I held him in lap like a baby goat, wrapped my arms around him, and trimmed his front feet. He was a happy boy. When I finished, I unlatched his collar, let him go, and sat, waiting for him to hop up and say “Okay, how about some food?” Nope, he just sat on my lap, content. So I wrapped my arms back around him and enjoyed a nibble-free cuddle. And then his bucky brother hopped up and gave Butters a shove.
When you’re this tired, you take the moments when they come.
I’ll have to get pictures. My camera died and the cell phone hasn’t caught anything cute. Nigerian Dwarves – Nigies – can come in super-cute looks, like blue eyes and moon spots. These guys aren’t that, but they’re pretty darn cute, anyway.
We made more lotion!
We have some new soaps and some old favorites! New for Christmas – true Castile. We’ll have a small selection of bath salts and liquid soaps, and we hope to have the goat milk lotion back in stock. I’m supposed to get the emulsifying wax tomorrow.
Our neighbors have fresh Christmas trees, and you can usually buy local honey down at Germantown and Cornelius Pass.
We might also have some weaning-age baby goats for sale to approved home. Yep, the same ones you saw in the Oregonian story.
Due to family responsibilities, this will be our only farmstand sale this year. You can still order soaps for pickup, but this will be your only chance to browse the selections.
I began morning feeding this morning with a repair. The new hay feeder had come loose. It was held with hooks, but I wanted to switch to fencing staples. This morning was my chance.
I squatted down with my hammer and staples, pushed the parts into place, warned the goats, and began hammering. The goats scattered. Except Monk. Monk hung around to learn how to fix feeders. Bored within seconds, he began nudging me to pet him. Ignored, he found other entertainment – his and his sister’s favorite game, What’s in the Human’s Pockets? He pulled a bag of goat supplements out of my pocket.
Scolded, he stepped away to reconsider. Clearly, his mistake was not picking my pocket. Rather, his mistake was being so brazen.
I moved down to the next staple, squatted down to position it. This time, I didn’t see the goat, just saw the glint of the plastic baggie. I scolded Monk without looking, picked the baggie up off the barn floor, put it back into my pocket, stuffed it down as deep as it would go, and moved on to the next staple.
Monk perfected his craft. I barely felt the bag slip out of my pocket. I picked it up off the floor again, put the tools away, reloaded the hay feeder. Remembered an old Dragnet episode featuring a dog trained to snatch purses. Wondered if Monk’s skill could be put to some useful purpose. Short on ideas, I fed the goats their breakfast.
I love their intelligence and curiosity. On a rainy day, wondering silly idle thoughts keeps the smarter goats from becoming Cabin Fever banshees. I love that Monk and Brook engage with us. Their evil activities never rise beyond “how does this work?” I didn’t worry about him picking my pockets because I knew it wasn’t about eating the bag; it was about seeing how pockets work. This is why I love LaManchas. They have silly idle thoughts. They wonder how people things work. They love people. Their ears are tiny, but their hearts are huge.
I finished feeding and pasturing the animals. Later, I had set aside time to make more lotion, but I can’t get two ingredients I’m out. After striking out with Oregon suppliers, I finally ordered it from Washington, to arrive just in the nick of time. So I blocked out time for a mad lotion-making session – and didn’t get the ingredients.
So, I made bath salts for tomorrow’s craft fair. I can’t sell bath salts at farmstands much. If I were a crafter, I could sell anything I made. As a farmer, I can’t sell more than 25% of stuff that isn’t a product of my own farm. I don’t grow bath salts or essential oils. So it’s kind of a special craft fair item. So I made some.
And I made foaming liquid soaps with fish. The fish don’t show up in liquid goat milk soap. The protein and minerals in the milk make liquid goat milk soap murky. I made vegan (milk-free) soap with fishies in it. Phil saw it and said “why are the fish dead?” I pointed out that dead fish float. These fish sink to the bottom. It’s a fun silly soap. If you shake it like a snow globe, the fish swim down to the bottom of the bottle. Okay, the soap isn’t clear – it’s natural and rich with stuff like Shea Butter, so it’s not crystal clear – but you can see the fish in it, unlike in liquid goat milk soap (although the goat milk soap is gentler, in my opinion).
I checked eyelids on a few goats. Meg remains my champion. Her eyelids are bright. The inner eye is rich with blood supply. Dark color shows good blood. Pale inner eyelids is a sign of parasites or something else robbing blood. Meg has rich color, but, boy did she fight me. I swear, it’s easier to vaccinate her than it was to pull her eyelid down to look at the color! I finished and asked her if she felt silly for putting up such a fight to avoid such a minor insult. Apparently, she didn’t feel silly about that at all.
Hannah is in heat. She has been in heat for days. Goats don’t go into heat for days. Hannah must be extra special. Excuse me. Hannah IS extra special.
We did genetic testing on the new buck, and added the other buck for good measure. They can carry a genetic defect that makes kids get sick or simply fail to thrive. It’s genetic, so they can pass it to the kids. I told the new buck’s breeder that he tested negative (she kept some of his kids, so it might be useful for her to know he’s not a carrier for the defect). She also sold me a new doe (mamma) who is bred to her other buck. That led to a conversation that led to us agreeing to split the testing cost on the other buck. It’s arbitrage – I could just test the kids, but if she tests the buck and I test the doe, if they’re both negative, then the kids are negative. The decision is whether to test the buck and doe, or test the kid(s) and doe. If negative, testing the parents will be cheaper (and testing the sire will benefit two herds – the breeder’s herd and our herd). So we decided to split the test cost.
Now to finish weighing and labeling some cured soaps for tomorrow, and call it a night. We’ll load up the car, take care of the animals, and head off to the craft fair tomorrow.