These Goats Did Not Have Creepy Eyes
My sister, my cousin, and I visited the Beekman Boys farm in Sharon Springs, New York last Sunday, two days after a monstrous storm that pommeled the area with snow. Seriously, we drove past snow drifts taller than our van/SUV.
But when you’re not driving in it, it’s gorg:
We paid in advance for a “Baby Goat Tour”, though we’re not really sure why it’s called a tour. Perhaps the snow storm foiled their “tour” plans, but basically we entered the lovely (and I mean it) manure-and-hay-smelling farm to stalls and stalls of over 100 baby and adult goats. And from there we hung out with them. The end.
Right away we hated everyone else on this tour (city folk in a barn are so freaking annoying), but what did we love? GOATS. It turns out goats are outstanding. Photos do not capture the cuteness, but I think the photos we took capture how the Beekman goats do not have creepy eyes.
This past summer I visited a VT homestead, and the goats there had eyes that totally changed my view on goats — in the bad way. Observe:
Terrifying, eh? YOU BET YOUR ASS.
But the Beekman goats are precious. Look at this little angel:
Back to the Beekman Farm: We checked out all the stalls, saw some adult goats, and even saw a mother goat who’d just given birth 2 hours before. I will spare you the details of this sight. (Hint: It was f*cking disgusting and I’m sorry I took a peek.)
And then we decided to get brave and hold a baby goat.
Allison was the first to grab a goat (which should really be the name of this event — Grab-A-Goat at Beekman Farms). Allison was brave, despite her hahahahhahaha despite her face. Hahahahaha.
(I will never stop laughing at these pictures.)
Katie decided she would hold Sally, a bitchy little goat who wanted nothing to do with Katie holding her.
As for me, I fell for all the baby goats. Particularly, Fran and I had a moment.
I might have to buy her. Rumor has it these goats are up for sale in April, and they’re only $25. I need to research this to make sure it’s true, but if it is, my ass’ll be at the Beekman Farm with at least $50. (Don’t buy just one goat; research tells me they’re social animals and need at least one buddy.)
A tour of the Beekman Mansion was not available, but I think I’m gonna want to go there solely for the purpose of learning all about the CRYPT OF THE BEEKMAN FAMILY ON THE PROPERTY. Am I the only person who finds this fascinating? (I might have mentioned the farm my husband and I bought and are waiting to move into. It has a cemetery on the property, and I cannot wait to research the shit out of it. Can you even imagine a CRYPT on your property?! Fascinating!)
After the baby goat extravaganza in which Allison continued to point to the goat poopy on her coat, we drove a few minutes to Beekman 1802 Mercantile in Sharon Springs. If you like fantastic industrial chic decor, go to the mercantile. It’s gorg.
And the goat milk products are the bomb.
PS – We ran into Brent and Josh while we were there. Star struck.
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I just love you! And yes, those goat’s eyes….SCARY!! 😆
I’m only slightly disappointed that you didn’t write about our lunch experience. Or is that a blog in its own right?
So…what did you order the second time?
You know I want to visit any and all crypts. But Gretta and I are a team when it comes to dead people so she has to come too.