Goats Know Best: July Tales from Goldy’s Farm
- Carlene White
- Jul 1
- 2 min read
July 1, 2025
Good grief! July has squelched in on a wave of humidity. It really shouldn’t feel this yucky at 7am!
As usual, we’re finding things to keep ourselves occupied! Jobs are fully booked and really reflect the need for support in this area of senior and neurodivergent care. We’re delighted to have adapted our offering, skills and animals to work in this very worthwhile and under supported area.
Janine has decided to tackle outdoor painting. I’m sure everyone selects the warmest and most insect laden month for outdoor improvements! She’s made of strong stuff with the determination of Elvis searching out food!
Carlene’s steadily on the mend which is of great relief to us. I did notice yesterday that she’s pretty speedy and steady getting from the house to her golf cart. She is not one to suffer from ‘fear of missing out’ because she always in the middle of it! I will tell you, we cannot possibly have any secrets because discussions when Carlene is involved are always held at high volume! Hearing aids are for the weak, in Carlene’s book!
Nick’s babies are going on the job this morning. Janine let them out and they took themselves off up the hill. Nick and I were heading down to the trailer to drop off their bottle so they could be fed by today’s group. Janine called for the goats, I called for the goats. Not a sound, no movement in the undergrowth. Finally, Nick called for his babies and all hell broke loose. The undergrowth parted and swayed as they charged down the hill shouting at the top of their little lungs in their high pitched voices! The bound up to Nick, telling him the story of their day so far, walked with him to the trailer and loaded. They left Janine, myself and the bottles standing without even a glance towards us. That’s all it takes to make us feel totally insignificant, two, small goats!
