I had crazy dreams last night/this morning. Prominantly featured was my going to some sort of goat rescue (though they had one thorougly disgruntled llama, too!) because apparently I was in a position to get one or two additional goats. This imaginary goat rescue was a crazy place, chock-full of needy goats... in fenced dog runs outside, and even some lounging in the hallways of some sort of building where there was simultaneously a school going on (doubtlessly influnced by my visiting
The Gentle Barn Foundation's website last night. Love their idea, btw...).
As in real life, I gravitated towards Nubians. There was a lovely brown gal who had recently kidded, and so had 2 little brown horned babies with her. I remember struggling with this in the dream, knowing that I didn't really need
3 new goats, but what would I do with the babies otherwise? Sell them? Butcher them humanely? I moved on.
Saw Nubians of every color, all of them friendly and coming up to see me. I wanted to take them all, but of course couldn't, which is why I was starting to try and base my decision on their looks - to help narrow down my choices. So difficult. There was even a ridiculous
yellow paisley patterned Nubian that could never exist in reality, with two deformed kids. I believe the lesson there was one about overbreeding for looks and patterns and "breed standards" rather than good, sound, healthy genetics. Weird. Disturbing.
This might be a warning to me if I start to get into this rescuing/fostering/facilitating adoptions business.... there are going to be way more goats that deserve love (or at least decent lives) than I am able to provide, and to do animal work is to be faced with difficult and sometimes brutal-seeming decisions. I suppose this is true for all living beings.... there are more people, children, farm animals, dogs, cats, horses, wildlife, etc, etc who deserve far better than they are doled out.
So, do we just give up and not care - say "that's life, oh well", or do we do our best to help even at the risk of becoming overwhelmed and being faced with cruelty and injustice? Even though one person's efforts won't stop the problem, isn't it worth trying anyway? If everybody tried a little, wouldn't the problem eventually be eased? That's what I have to keep on believing... and not only for that reason, but for the reason that caring for those who are so helpless, so dependant and wronged, gives me (at least) an incredible feeling, one that cannot be replicated by a life focused solely on oneself. I am eager to do more of it.
I've been doing a lot of fantasizing about my future home, and am absolutely chomping at the bit to get a job and a budget. Gabby just turned 6 years old this summer... a goat starts to enter "old age" at around 8 or 9 years old (if they've had a decent life, like Gabby has). I am desperate to have her back for a few years before she dies.
Funnily enough, my dream barn has been getting more mental attention than any dream house for myself. Maybe because I figure that if I were to ever build my own home, I would still have a professional do it, with me providing only requirements and guidelines. But the barn would be designed fully by myself, and is more fun to think about right now because I've been saving up ideas on what an awesome goat barn would be... straw bale/adobe construction, solar light capability, water access, good ventilation and skylights, earthen sleeping shelves, sloped earth or concrete floors, covered concrete patio to aid in hoof maintanence, lots of things to climb on, leap from and lounge on, gateways to multiple pastures for rotation purposes... UGH, would be awesome.
But it is most likely that my first goat barn will more resemble the one below, and I'm sure the goats will be perfectly content with it. :)

OK, enough of this. I'm gonna go to the Goodwill to drop of some stuff and hopefully find new "farm jeans" (ones big enough to fit over long underwear) Also have one last dairy paycheck to deposit and then a trip to the investment agency - gonna start a Roth IRA THIS WEEK.