Goathill Farm

Goathill Farm A tiny kingdom filled with mini goats, donkeys, horses, cows, pigs & poultry — all with big personalities and even bigger hearts.
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Where every little animal has a story, every day brings joyful chaos, and community is always part of the herd. ❤️

You know you officially live on a farm when the tractor gets the driveway spot… and the truck gets banished to the gras...
05/30/2026

You know you officially live on a farm when the tractor gets the driveway spot…
and the truck gets banished to the grass like it misbehaved.

Priorities shift real fast out here. If it’s got a bucket, claws, or can move hay bales, it gets VIP parking. 🚜✨

Meanwhile the Ford is over there like, “I thought I was the vehicle of importance.”

Farm life: where the equipment has seniority and the driveway is earned, not given.

✨ FUN FACT TIME: PEKIN × MUSCOVY DUCK EDITION ✨Did you know our chunky little duck squad is actually a Pekin–Muscovy mas...
05/29/2026

✨ FUN FACT TIME: PEKIN × MUSCOVY DUCK EDITION ✨

Did you know our chunky little duck squad is actually a Pekin–Muscovy mashup? Yep—these fluffy goobers are what happens when a sweet, waddly Pekin and a spicy, tree‑climbing Muscovy decide to co‑parent.

A few fun facts about these hybrid cuties:

🦆 They grow FAST—like “blink twice and they doubled in size” fast.

🦆 They get the Muscovy calmness with the Pekin friendliness, which means they follow you around like feathery toddlers (if well socialized when young).

🦆 They can’t produce fertile eggs of their own, but don’t tell them that—they strut around like they invented duckdom.

🦆 They’re incredible foragers and will absolutely judge your landscaping choices.

🦆 And yes… they inherit the Muscovy honk-hiss-chirp language combo. It’s chaos. It’s adorable.

Farm life stays interesting with these hybrid hooligans around.

Which duck breed is your favorite personality-wise?

The Goathill Farm Labor Dispute EscalatesAfter yesterday’s marathon workday, and another long day today, the animals hav...
05/29/2026

The Goathill Farm Labor Dispute Escalates

After yesterday’s marathon workday, and another long day today, the animals have officially unionized. This evening, Mocha, self‑appointed Union Representative and Lord of All Things Dramatic, stormed into the carport to file grievances.

He arrived horns‑first, beard flowing like a protest banner, demanding:

● Unlimited snack breaks
● Emotional support cuddles
● And a formal apology for “management’s failure to recognize nap rights.”

Chaos served as his attorney, bleating objections at every turn. The cows are threatening a sit‑in by the water trough, and the pigs have begun chanting “No snacks, no peace!”

Negotiations resume at dawn. I’ll bring donuts. They’ll bring attitude.

Dinner tonight: fajita taco salad made with farm‑fresh, grass‑fed beef from our neighbors at Blair Family Farm and Marke...
05/28/2026

Dinner tonight: fajita taco salad made with farm‑fresh, grass‑fed beef from our neighbors at Blair Family Farm and Market — and y’all, it tasted like summer finally showed up with its boots on.

Sizzling peppers and onions, crisp lettuce, a little cheese avalanche, and that rich, clean flavor you only get when your beef was raised right down the road. Supporting local never tasted so good.

Go ahead and be jealous… I would be too.

What did you have for dinner tonight?

Sorry for the lack of posting, y’all. My regular job hit me with a holiday‑week plot twist and I’ve been clocking 12‑hou...
05/28/2026

Sorry for the lack of posting, y’all. My regular job hit me with a holiday‑week plot twist and I’ve been clocking 12‑hour days like I’m trying to pay off a debt to society.

On the home front, the animals have declared a full‑blown state of emergency. Mocha has stepped up as the official leader of the goat uprising, with his loyal minions, Chaos and Moonbeam, trotting behind him like tiny, chaotic hype gals. Snack shortages have pushed them to the brink. Snuggle rations have dropped to historic lows. The goats are chanting. The pigs are grumbling. The chickens are filing paperwork.

Maddie has already defected to Grandma Becky’s house, where the snacks flow freely and the emotional support is unlimited. Honestly, I don’t blame her.

Meanwhile, Rich is holding down the farm like the legend he is… but social media is absolutely not his battlefield. If he ever posts, it’s just a picture of a stump and the caption “I cut more trees down.”

I’ll be back soon before Mocha and his minions overthrow the government and install themselves as co‑presidents of Goathill Farm.

Goathill Farm’s Marketing Team Meeting...Chaos: “Put my good side on the logo.” Moonbeam: “Bold of you to assume you ha...
05/27/2026

Goathill Farm’s Marketing Team Meeting...

Chaos: “Put my good side on the logo.”

Moonbeam: “Bold of you to assume you have one.”

Me: “Can y’all just sit still for ONE photo?”

Them: “Absolutely not, but we will serve SASS and FARM DRAMA.”

MiraBella and Fae skipped the meeting altogether because they were far too busy holding their own secret toddler‑goat council, which mostly involved zoomies and absolutely zero accountability.

Honestly, at this point I should just let them run the page. They already act like they own the place.

🇺🇸 Memorial Day at Goathill Farm 🇺🇸Today, before the chores and the chaos and the critters demanding breakfast, we pause...
05/26/2026

🇺🇸 Memorial Day at Goathill Farm 🇺🇸

Today, before the chores and the chaos and the critters demanding breakfast, we paused.

Out here on the farm, it’s easy to feel the weight of quiet moments—the way the flag lifts in the breeze, the way the land settles into stillness, the way freedom feels a little more real when you’re standing in the middle of it.

But that freedom didn’t come free.

Today we honor the men and women who gave everything so the rest of us could wake up to mornings like this. We remember the heroes who never made it home, and we hold close the families who carry their legacy every single day.

From our little corner of red‑clay Alabama to wherever you are tonight, we send gratitude, love, and a promise to never forget.

Wishing everyone a peaceful Memorial Day.
May we live lives worthy of the sacrifices made.

Your turn: caption this face that says, ‘I didn’t choose chaos… but I will absolutely supervise it!'Chaos is waiting to ...
05/24/2026

Your turn: caption this face that says, ‘I didn’t choose chaos… but I will absolutely supervise it!'

Chaos is waiting to hear your response!

✨ Oops… I did it again. ✨I walked into the auction barn, minding my own business, fully intending to just work and go ho...
05/23/2026

✨ Oops… I did it again. ✨

I walked into the auction barn, minding my own business, fully intending to just work and go home, when this beautiful, blue‑eyed, moonspotted little nanny locked eyes with me like, “Oh hey… you’re my momma now.”

And honestly? I folded instantly. Zero hesitation. Zero chance of escape.

So everyone, help me welcome the newest Goathill Farm addition — Moonbeam. She’s stunning, she knows it, and she has already claimed her spot (and my heart) like she’s been here forever.

🌙💙 Welcome home, Moonbeam. The farm just got a little brighter.

There is nothing—and I mean NOTHING—that will rip your soul straight out of your body faster than being jolted awake by ...
05/23/2026

There is nothing—and I mean NOTHING—that will rip your soul straight out of your body faster than being jolted awake by the doorbell at sunrise… only to open the door, bleary‑eyed, hair sideways, and find TWO SHERIFF’S DEPUTIES staring back at you like the opening scene of a true‑crime documentary.

My heart left my body. It packed a bag. It moved to another state.

Thankfully, it wasn’t tragedy.
Just the classic small‑town “hey, your cow is out” summons.

Before coffee. Before consciousness. Before sanity.

So we launch ourselves into clothes, stumble outside like newborn giraffes, and begin the Great Bull Hunt of 2026… except he was NOWHERE near where they said he was. We searched. We trekked. We questioned our life choices.

Forty‑five minutes later, we find him…

INSIDE. THE. FENCE.
In the old chicken house.
Staring at us with the audacity of a creature who has done absolutely nothing wrong in his entire life.

Ma’nure, sir… today’s Animal of Shame Award is yours. Cherish it.

I’m finally caffeinating and bracing myself for whatever other nonsense the universe has queued up.

Send more coffee. The farm is already feral and it’s not even noon.



☆Photo is AI edited for dramatic effect 😉

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Ashland, AL
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