Bristlecone Springs Farm

11/12/2025

We are getting northern lights tonight!

11/10/2025

Azmerelda the Wild

Ten years old,
born of wind and flour
on a night when the fire burned low,
she has endured through every season,
steady and faithful to the end.

Shared by many,
she carries her warmth
into countless kitchens and loaves.
They call her Azmerelda the Wild,
spirit of living bread.

10/22/2025

Hey friends and family, we’re so excited to share that we’ve bought a 35-acre ranch just down the road in the Colorado mountains. We’re just getting started, but we’d love for you to join us and watch as we build this next chapter of our lives.

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Our Colorado mountain ranch is taking root with love and steady hands. A barn, greenhouse, gardens, and home are coming soon, with dairy animals and Highland cattle as we build the life we’ve long held in our hearts. Follow along as we grow.

10/11/2025

I have a huge announcement to finally share. 🤍
For a long time, I carried the weight of knowing change was coming. The land that had once been our peace began to feel strained, not wrong but no longer in harmony.
Out of respect for my neighbors and the rhythm of the place, I made the hard decision to sell my goats and retire my guardian dog to a now couch snuggling house dog who is thoroughly enjoying her new role.
Selling my goats was one of the hardest choices I have ever made, but I knew it was necessary. Sometimes we have to release what we love to make room for what comes next.
For nearly two years, we searched for a new place. We drove backroads, walked pastures, and looked at countless properties beneath endless mountain skies. We even considered moving out of state, searching for that unmistakable feeling, that quiet knowing in your chest that says this is it. But nothing ever felt right. I began to wonder if maybe the dream had run its course.
Then, not long after the goats left, the right piece of land finally appeared, quietly, as if it had been waiting for us all along. Just outside of Fairplay, only 25 minutes from my home, thirty five acres of open meadow and forest stretch beneath the mountains. A gentle creek winds along one side, and a well is already in place, permitted for watering all kinds of livestock and up to an acre of land.
The air there feels lighter, the kind that fills your lungs and clears your mind. The breeze moves softly through the trees, whispering a calm truth I can’t quite put into words. The first time I stood there, I knew this was it.
And now it is official, we have closed on the land that already feels like home, and I am eager to begin rebuilding. There is still plenty of work ahead before we can truly begin again, but this time everything feels aligned, steady, certain, alive.
What once felt heavy has lifted, and what began as an ending has become a rebirth. This is more than a new beginning. It is strength reclaimed, purpose renewed, and the dream, rising, rooted, and ready to grow.

10/04/2025

It’s about to be salsa making time. Growing in the greenhouse came with some delays and setbacks this year during the transition to the new space, but things are picking up fast now. I can’t wait for fresh salsa.

09/01/2025

Today my goats left for their new home. The barn feels quiet without them, and my heart misses their presence. They were family, and saying goodbye was hard, but I’m grateful they’re still together and will be cared for with love.I’m holding onto the hope of starting again. I’m still searching for land where I can build a new place for goats and for the life I dream of. This is not goodbye forever—just a pause until the right place comes along.

08/30/2025

This is one of the hardest updates I’ve ever had to share. After so much thought, searching, and heartache, we have found a new home for our Nigerian Dwarf goat herd. The entire herd will be leaving this Sunday, together, to begin their next chapter.

These goats have been more than animals to us, they have been family. We’ve been there for their first breaths, their playful leaps, their sweet nuzzles, and even the challenges that tested us and taught us. Many of you have shared in those moments too, whether it was celebrating new babies, tasting cheese made from their milk, or simply enjoying their stories here.

For almost 10 years now, goats have been the heart of our little farm. They’ve shaped our days, our work, and our joy in ways we’ll never forget. Letting them go is not easy. Our hearts are heavy knowing the barn will be quiet without them, yet deeply grateful that they are all staying together in a home where they will be loved, cared for, and appreciated for the gifts they bring. That was always my biggest hope for them, to never be separated, and to be safe and happy.

This is not the end of our story with goats, only a pause. We are still actively searching for ranch land, with the hope that one day we can return to raising animals and build a more legitimate ranch business around the skills and creations we’ve been cultivating here. We’re not done forever, just taking a break until the time and place are right.

Thank you, truly, for following our journey with them, for your encouragement, and for holding space for the joy they brought to this little mountain farm. As we say goodbye, we carry forward all the memories, and the comfort of knowing they are heading to greener pastures as the close-knit family they’ve always been.

08/30/2025

At 10:30 pm last night, Poppy finally became a mama! She delivered her very first kids—a bouncy little buckling and the sweetest doeling. Both came out strong and full of life, already wobbling around on their tiny legs like pros. Poppy is absolutely rocking her new role, and we couldn’t be prouder. The barn is officially filled with extra squeaks, wiggles, and heart-melting cuteness. 💕

08/27/2025

Roxie had twins on Monday! A doe and a buck. They’re so sweet. I was at work when I looked at the camera to check and Roxie was pushing! We raced home as fast as we could to find a perfectly cleaned buckling but Roxie wasn’t progressing to deliver the doeling so I had to assist and it wasn’t easy she was not wanting to come out and Roxie needed help fast. Doeling was presenting spine first and I had to go in to retrieve her. Thankfully I worked quick and all is well. Roxie and both babies are doing amazing.

08/25/2025

Clementine gave birth to quads last night just before midnight!! 3 does and a buck. The last 2 were breech so I helped a little just to speed the process up. Everyone’s doing amazing!!! This is a new record for us. We’ve never had more than triplets before. 🩷🩷🩷💙

08/03/2025

It’s been quiet on here for a while, but not for lack of life happening. If anything, it’s been the opposite, the kind of quiet that comes when your hands are full and your heart is sorting things out.

The goats are still here. I’ve had offers, and I could’ve let them go a few times by now. But every time I look at them, I know I can’t split them up. They aren’t just animals to me, they’re a family. And I’ve learned that once animals love each other, they grieve separation just like we do.

BB, especially, is deeply tied to her daughter Clementine. She was our first bottle baby. Born in crisis, raised in blankets, taught to follow humans and cuddle with dogs. She never quite understood she was a goat. But Clementine changed that. She’s been her mirror, her reminder, her grounding. I owe it to both of them to keep them side by side.

Kidding season is just around the corner. Roxie and Clementine are due first. Their bellies are round, their pace a little slower now. We’re expecting the first babies to arrive mid-August, and by the looks of things, it’s going to be a season full of tiny hooves and big surprises. I’m ready, and not ready. That’s always how this part goes.

This year, were expecting to have all four does in milk. Which means more milk than we’ll ever drink, and more cheese than we can possibly eat alone. So for the first time, we’ll be offering a few herd shares to people we know and trust. If fresh milk and homemade cheese sound like something you’d love to be part of, let me know, im compiling a list.

The only shadow over all this is the tension I still carry from earlier this year, from a neighbor’s complaint that made every bark, every bleat feel like a risk. It’s a hard way to live, always bracing for something to go wrong. But I’m learning to breathe through it. To focus on the small joys, the warmth of milk in a pail, the rhythm of chores, the promise of new life.

Thanks for being here, and for caring. This journey is a lot sometimes, but knowing I have people rooting for us makes all the difference. There’s more to come, and soon, more goat babies than I’ll know what to do with.

08/03/2025