Free on Craigslist: 2 Ridiculous (and Awesome) Goats

Some people spend way too much time on social media. We spend way too much time “window shopping” on Craigslist. But the farm and garden section on any North Idaho Craigslist is a gem, let me tell you. We have found all sorts of things, like rabbits, chickens, vehicles, barrel stoves, free wood, free pallets, a half-ton of timothy hay, a 300lb pig we bought and processed, you name it.

Oh, and free goats.

Yep, that’s right, we recently acquired our two goats for free off Craigslist.

The Day We Got Our Goats

Winslow found the listing first. He gets a daily digest of anything posted for free in our area. We were especially excited because the goats, one male and one female, were just one town up the highway from us, and that never happens. Normally we have to drive hours for everything and anything.

I immediately called the number and spoke to “Bob.” Bob was somewhere in Spokane on business, had a bad cell connection, and spoke with a thick accent. So really I have no idea what Bob said for 99% of that first conversation.

When I asked Bob what breed the goats were, he replied, “Well, they’re black and white, so they must be some sort of breed.”

Yeah. Okay.

But I wasn’t going to turn down free goats no matter what sort of black-and-white breed they might be. We’ve been wanting some to help us clear brush and eat weeds, plus, you know…goats. Just…goats.

We’ve also entertained the idea of having goats for dairy and/or meat production, but I’m not ready to commit to twice a day milking and a good dairy goat is not inexpensive. So getting our goat-farmer feet wet with these two seemed like a perfect idea.

We went the next morning to Bob’s to pick them up. Thankfully, he was far more understandable in person and, in fact, a super nice guy. He had inherited the goats from a tenant who moved out and left them, which is why he was selling a pair of goats, yet knew nothing about goats. We decided the male must be a wether since no one could recall him ever getting stinky or the female goat getting pregnant. And that’s about the grand sum of what we figured out.

Say Hi to Totes and Little Billy

We brought the goats home and promptly named them Totes and Little Billy. I think Little Billy must be a dwarf or pygmy goat of some sort, and I have no clue what Totes is. They are most incredibly sweet and affectionate, and Little Billy doesn’t have an aggressive bone in his body. Totes has incredible uphill power (she seriously kicks into 4-low hardcore whenever there’s even a small grade) so I want to teach her how to pack things up our hill or haul a wagon.

In the meantime, they eat some brush, eat some timothy hay, chew on my pockets, and generally stare at us and the dogs all day. They barely ever make any sounds at all. Although they burp…a lot. We like to go for walks and I hang out with them. Totes loves carrots. Little Billy hates them, and pretty much everything else except the minerals I give them.

Winslow says, “They’re like dogs except maybe a little smarter.” Which means they’re pretty fun. Even when Little Billy decides to hide in the generator house and then get stuck behind the generator ’cause he can’t figure out how his own horns work. And even when Billy head-butts the goat house into an entirely new location. And even when we let him wander around the yard and he stands on the front steps like he’s submitted Mt. Everest.

I’m still working on getting a pic of those moments, but here’s some others in the meantime:

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Totes and Billy enjoying their first morning with us.

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It’s very important that Billy has something to stand on at all times…even a stick will do.

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Totes Magoats

The goat house.

The goat house.

The mud is slightly higher than over there, right?

This mud is slightly higher than the mud over there, right?

Billy posing at the threshold, right after we built the house.

Billy posing at the threshold, right after we built the house.

Totes needs treat RIGHT NOW.

Totes needs treat RIGHT NOW.

Totes LOVES the carrots.

Totes LOVES to eat carrots.

Billy LOVES to eat pockets.

Billy LOVES to eat pockets.

Let's please not eat the house, though.

Let’s please not eat the house, though.

I wish all kids liked to eat their daily minerals like Billy does.

I wish all kids liked to eat their daily minerals like Billy does.

Little Billy would like to wish you a great day! Also, he'd like to know what's in your pockets. Okay, thanks, bye.

Little Billy would like to wish you a great day! Also, he’d like to know what’s in your pockets. Okay, thanks, bye.