ide of Lebanon, Oregon in an area called Sodaville which is a very small unincorporated town in the Willamette Valley. We purchased a small herd of Myotonics from Arizona back in 2005. In our first year, we sold all of the original bucks and purchased three new bucks. These young bucks all have different qualities that we would like to add to our expanding herd. This will also allow us to offer a greater variety of kids to sell by adding different coat lengths, colors, size, and blue eyes to our herd. All of our goats are registered with the MGR (Myotonic Goat Registry), and some were previously registered with the IFGA, so they are double registered. In finding the myotonic goat, we have found the perfect animal for us. Easy on the fences, parasite resistant, excellent mothers, and above all personality plus! Once you look into the eyes of a "fainting goat", I'm sure you'll agree, they are a rare treasure and we can't imagine life without them.
A Breeder (with a capital B) is one who
thirsts for knowledge and never really knows it all, one who wrestles
with decisions of conscience, convenience, and commitment. One that shares
this knowledge and guides those interested.
A Breeder is one who sacrifices personal interests, finances, time,
friendships, fancy furniture, and deep pile carpeting! She gives up the
dreams of a long luxurious cruise in favor of turning that all important
show into this year's "vacation".
The Breeder goes without sleep in hours spent planning a breeding
or watching anxiously over the birth process, and afterwards, over every
little wiggle or cry.
The Breeder skips dinner parties because that doe is due or the kids have to be fed at eight. She disregards birth fluids and puts mouth
to mouth, to save a gasping newborn, literally blowing life into a tiny
helpless creature that may be the culmination of a lifetime of dreams.
A Breeder's lap is a marvelous place where animals of proud and noble
heritage often snooze.
A Breeder's hands are strong and firm and often soiled, but ever so
gentle and sensitive to the thrusts of a kids wet nose.
A Breeder's back and knees are usually arthritic from bending and
sitting in the kidding stall, but are strong enough to guide that new
little kid to maturity.
A Breeder's shoulders are often heaped with responsibility, but
they're wide enough to support the weight of a thousand defeats and
frustrations.
A Breeder's arms are always able to wield a mop, rake, or shovel, support an armful
of kids, or lend a helping hand to a newcomer.
A Breeder's ears are wondrous things, sometimes red (from being
talked about), or strangely shaped (from being pressed against a phone
receiver). Often deaf to criticism, yet always fine tuned to the cry
of an anxious kid.
A Breeder's brain is foggy on faces, but can recall pedigrees
faster than an IBM computer.
The Breeder's heart is often broken, but it beats strongly with
hope everlasting.......and it's always in the right place! Oh, yes, there
are breeders, and then, there are Breeders!!!
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