I got my first goat in 2007 at the Bebe flea market. He was a Spanish Nubian cross named Jack and supposedly killed rattlesnakes.
Obviously I was a bit naive about farm life.
Jack led to Rosie and Pumpkin, because you can’t have one goat. They led to more goats, and next thing you know I’ve got one of the largest purebred Oberhasli herds in the country, I’m a Showchair for a 500 head show, and my life is goat centric.
Well. It’s time for that era of my life to end.
Goatroper farms is getting out of goats. Which makes the name nonsensical…
After almost 20 years I’m ready to try new things, go on vacations, have extra time to explore hobbies and interests.
And as much as I love the goats, I’m also just worn out. My health has never been the same since I developed long covid, and the constant stress of farming in this current environment has not helped that aspect.
So goats are going to new homes. The trailers and equipment will be for sale. The milk stands and semen tanks and other ephemera too.
There have been definite highs but also many lows in this farming gig. I’ll miss it some days, I’m sure. But my body needs a break and my mind needs a rest too.
Thank you for all the years of love and support you’ve sent our way. Some of you have become lifelong friends we will continue to cherish.
Thanks for the memories
❤️Goat Momma Katie Rose
Goatroper Farms 