In All Their Glory


It was our first snow last night.  It was beautiful. 

And thanks to the snow, my camera and the dark sky, I called myself a fairly good photographer.

This field of once glorious sunflowers is my favorite.


An old whiskey barrel.  Really old.

Another favorite. 

And, after my photography session in the snow, dark and silence, I arrived on this scene:


For you goat owners, you’ll guess right away. 

For those who don’t have goats, I’ll leave you in suspense.

Clue #1:  That door to the chicken room is usually LOCKED closed.


Clue #2:  That lid is ALWAYS on the trashcan inside the LOCKED chicken room. 

Clue #3:  That chicken feed stored in the trash can was 2/3 full this morning. 

Clue #5:  That chicken feeder was 1/2 full this morning. 

Final Clue. 

Clue #7:  That rabbit feeder is ALWAYS closed.

Any guesses? 

Who would have unlocked the chicken room door, uncovered the chicken feed, eaten at least 1/3 of it, eaten all of the food out of the chicken feeder and all of the food out of the rabbit feeder….and then refused to eat their favorite sweet feed while being milked because they were so full of chicken food?

You’re right. 

The Colonel in the Library with the Knife.

A.k.a. these two guilty faces and their other two partners in crime. 

–  The Goat Cheese Lady

P.S.  (the chicken is innocent.)

About The Goat Cheese Lady

I am Lindsey. At first I was a city girl. Growing up, the closest thing I had to farm animals were a cat and a cockatiel. In 2009, Herbert (my husband) and I bought our first milk goat and I instantly became an urban farmgirl, attempting to balance city and farm life..before I knew “urban homesteading” was a thing. That’s when we began The Goat Cheese Lady Farm, hence The Goat Cheese Lady blog you’re visiting now. After moving to the country in 2014, I embarked on life as a rural farmgirl. We continued teaching farm and cheesemaking classes, raising more goats and began construction on our cheese creamery. But life had other plans and in 2017, we decided that, due to financial and health issues, we had to close the farm for business. No more classes, no more creamery, a lot less milking. We went back to off farm jobs, I as an Occupational Therapist, Herbert in construction with his business, D&A Home Remodeling. At that point, I made a silent promise to myself that I would corral my entrepreneurial mind and focus on a job for a year. Well, it has been a year and I am back. Not to classes, cheese, soap or lotion, but back to writing. I love it. I’m not sure where it will lead me, but that’s where I’m starting. I’ll continue to write as The Goat Cheese Lady for now, and whatever the future holds, I’ll let you know. Our two boys are 14 and 11 and continue to be louder than my sister and I ever were. We have two dogs, Montaña and Flash, a cat, Jumpy, a flock of chickens and three goats. Yes, we still have Lucy, the goat who helped us start it all and was milked by over 1,000 people. She’s retired but still the boss. Chocolate provides enough milk for our family with some to spare for the dogs. Soccer friends, school friends, coyotes and mice are frequent visitors. There are way too many flies and every so often we see an owl. I’m glad you’re here. Sometimes you’ll laugh out loud, other times you’ll be inspired to appreciate the small things. My hope is that, over your morning cup of coffee or your afternoon work break, you’ll enjoy the antics and inspiration that are my daily life. Lindsey
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2 Responses to In All Their Glory

  1. Melanie says:

    The sunflower picture is surreal and beautiful!

    PS….BAD goats…..:D

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