Old Dallas Mountain Farms - Nigerian Dwarf Goats

GOAT GOLD & WEIRDNESS WEDNESDAY

Over the weekend, the yearlings gathered inside the barn for what can only be described as a formal protest.
Outside? Rain.
Inside? Dry hay, decent lighting, and zero nonsense.

This is the look of goats who already tried the weather, filed a complaint, and chose a firm “no thank you.”
The stance was unified.
The message was clear.

GOAT GOLD:
Goats are surprisingly good at risk assessment.
They don’t just wander blindly into bad situations. They pause, observe, and make a call.

Rain? Slippery footing.
Cold wind? Energy drain.
Wet coat? Hard pass.

So when goats collectively refuse to leave the barn, it isn’t stubbornness. It’s a calculated decision made by several small brains working together.
This isn’t drama.
This is management.

WEIRDNESS:
There are documented cases of “animal rain” where frogs, fish, or worms fall from the sky during storms.

Not metaphorically.
Not symbolically.
Literally.

Waterspouts can vacuum small animals out of ponds or rivers, carry them through the air, and drop them miles away like some kind of cursed weather piñata.

So yes, sometimes it really does rain frogs.
And somewhere, a goat saw that once and decided:
“I will be an indoor creature from now on.”

Pictured:
The yearlings.
Dry. United.
And still unimpressed with whatever the sky was doing that day.

Sunday Sweetness

Ice on the ground. Wind howling. Everything frozen solid except this moment.

One unnamed baby buck, standing perfectly still, while Dad hits just the right spot with the face scratches. Eyes half-closed, tiny mouth relaxed, zero thoughts behind those baby-blue eyes. Absolute trust. Total contentment.

The world outside may be crunchy, slippery, and rude right now—but in the barn, it’s warm hands, soft fur, and the universal truth that a good scratch makes everything better.

Stay safe, stay warm, and may someone scratch your face today like this little guy is clearly winning at life.

GOAT GOLD & WEIRDNESS WEDNESDAY

It’s Wednesday, the sky is making plans, and Bambalina (aka Bambi) has chosen her look carefully.

Head tilted just enough to seem approachable.
Eyes saying, “I know something you don’t.”
Posture straight out of a senior yearbook, right before everything goes sideways.

This is Goat Gold energy.

GOAT GOLD:
Goats are extremely good at staying calm in bad weather.
They’ll seek shelter, conserve energy, and quietly wait things out while the rest of us refresh the forecast every ten minutes like it owes us money.

Bambi has already assessed the situation.
She knows where the dry spots are.
She knows which humans will panic first.

WEIRDNESS:
Here’s something you probably didn’t need to know with an ice storm on the way.

During extreme cold snaps, trees can literally explode.
It’s called frost cracking.
Sap freezes, pressure builds, and the trunk splits with a sound that has been described as “a gunshot in the woods.”

No wind.
No storm noise.
Just a random, violent bang somewhere outside while you’re lying in bed wondering if the power will hold.

Experts say it’s harmless.
Your nervous system does not agree.

Bambi will hear it, pause mid-chew, and then continue eating like that was none of her business.

Pictured:
Bambalina
Unbothered.
Prepared.
Fully aware that winter has jump scares.

If this week’s weirdness made you uncomfortable, great.
That means it worked.

Sunday Sweetness

This is Lulumon. Lulu, for short.

Lulu would like to formally state that whatever just happened was not her.
She has no idea how that bucket tipped over.
She did not eat the thing.
She was nowhere near the scene.
And frankly, she’s a little offended you’d even ask.

This is the face of innocence.
Wide eyes. Calm posture. Zero remorse.
A masterclass in plausible deniability.

Quiet moments like this don’t last long around here, but we enjoy them while we can.

Happy Sunday from Lulu, who would like to remind you that she’s just a baby and definitely didn’t do it.

GOAT GOLD & WEIRDNESS WEDNESDAY

Some mornings on the farm are loud, chaotic, and full of bad decisions.

And some mornings look like this.

Mini, Lily, Bella, and Hermie piled onto the sun deck, eyes half closed, chewing cud like a group of retirees who showed up early for the buffet. Bella and Hermie have gone full cuddle mode, because apparently personal space is optional when the sun hits just right.

This is Goat Gold.

GOAT GOLD:
Goats don’t just “chew” their cud for fun. When they’re lying like this, calm and settled, their bodies are literally optimizing digestion. Heart rate drops, stress hormones decrease, and they convert yesterday’s questionable plant choices into usable energy.

Translation: this is peak goat happiness.
Warm boards. Full bellies. Zero responsibilities.
Living better than most of us.

And now we ruin it.

WEIRDNESS:
There is a documented medical phenomenon called “exploding head syndrome.”

It is not fatal.
Nothing actually explodes.
But people who experience it hear a sudden, extremely loud noise in their head while falling asleep. Think gunshot, cymbal crash, door slam. Completely imaginary. Entirely convincing.

Doctors still don’t know exactly why it happens.
The brain just decides to fire off a jump scare for no reason.
At bedtime.
As a treat.

The goats have reviewed this information and would like you to know they will continue chewing cud peacefully while your own brain sabotages you at night.

Pictured:
Mini, Lily, Bella, and Hermie
Masters of relaxation.
Unbothered by intrusive thoughts.
Judging us gently, from the sun deck.

Sunday Sweetness

Lily and Mini, who are full sisters, parked on their favorite sun deck and chewing their cud together like it’s a scheduled activity.

Same genetics.
Same sunshine.
Same slow, thoughtful chewing.

They’ll sit like this for a while, blinking at nothing in particular and clearly thinking very important goat thoughts.

This is one of those rare, peaceful farm moments where absolutely nothing dramatic is happening.
Which, frankly, feels suspicious.