Black Spanish Goats are our Focus
Golden Arbor Farm is dedicated to breeding purebred black Spanish goats and selling them to further their breed. Located south of Tyler, Texas, we now have almost 20 goats, and we are continually expanding our fenced in land to grow our herd each kidding season.
But how did we begin this farm? The answer is a thought that went a good deal farther than we ever imagined it could.
Discovering the Benefits of Goats on the Farm
On December 24, 2012, two excited sisters received a gift they had been dreaming of for so long: two Spanish nannies, one with part Dwarf Nigerian twins on the way. I remember the anticipation of waiting for that goat to kid for months, and then the excitement that came with the babies. Though Spanish are meat, not milk goats, I thought we’d try to get something good out of that grouchy old nanny, Girl, and I was so proud of that tablespoon of milk we managed to get into the bucket! But as time wore on, and Girl’s kids, Clover and Spartan, grew, my hands got used to the rhythm and less milk went to the floor and more went to the fridge.
It was about then my dad began to seriously reconsider the whole affair. Apparently, fresh goat milk is good creamer for coffee. Recently, my mother found out that soap-making is her newest hobby, and a lot of our milk was dedicated to the cause of cleanliness.
Learning as We Go
However, not everything has been roses. We are committed to maintaining pure black Spanish goats. So, on Mother’s Day in 2013, my dad, my grandmother and I set out into the goat pen with a rather grim task before us. Spartan wasn’t a purebred buck, and by then we knew that we couldn’t let him stay a buck at all. So, using a disturbing tool we bought at the feed store, a thick, Latex rubber band, and a whole lot of unnecessary iodine, we wethered our first goat. He remains a good friend to our purebred bucks in the boy’s pen.
Zorro Got Us Really Going
By May, the farm had got along reasonably well. We got an intact buck from the Ellers, who sold us our first goats. We named him, “Zorro”. By March of the next year our goats had kidded again–including Clover, which was an accident, but it turned out all right. She has since kidded again.
We’d Like to See the Breed Grow
Along the way, we have learned a lot about goat health and have both laughed at and been frustrated by their craziness. It is a constant adventure. Now, with almost 20 goats and another breeding season past, we are looking forward to some kids moving on to good homes. Maybe yours!