Lemon Squeezy Farms

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  • Understanding ‘If You Have Livestock, You Have Dead Stock’

    Owning and caring for livestock is not for the fainthearted. A couple weeks ago our farm suffered a couple losses. It made me think of something our farrier said awhile back, “If you have livestock, you’ll have dead stock.” At the time I thought the statement was rather harsh. Our farrier is a no-nonsense type of person. She wouldn’t know how to sugar coat something if her life depended on it. I understood the main idea of the saying but I hadn’t fully digested the words. Unfortunately, I am learning this and developing a much larger understanding of the phrase… much more than I want to.

    I plugged the phrase into ChatGPT and got some useful information. The saying “If you have livestock, you have dead stock” comes from long-standing agricultural wisdom rather than a single author or moment. It reflects a hard truth farmers and ranchers have known for centuries: animal loss is an inevitable part of raising livestock.

    The story and meaning behind it:

    • Historically, people who depended on animals for food, labor, or income faced unavoidable risks—disease, injury, harsh weather, predators, birthing complications, and simple old age.
    • Before modern veterinary care, vaccines, and controlled feeding, losses were even more common, so farmers learned to expect some mortality, not see it as failure.
    • The phrase became a blunt but practical reminder that livestock ownership carries inherent risk and emotional weight alongside its rewards.

    Why the saying stuck:

    • It helped set realistic expectations for new farmers.
    • It encouraged resilience—acknowledging loss while continuing the work.
    • It underscored that good animal husbandry reduces losses but can never eliminate them entirely.

    Today, the saying is still used in various contexts. It is applied literally in agriculture. Sometimes, it is used metaphorically to mean that any worthwhile endeavor involving living systems comes with unavoidable loss. It’s not cynical; it’s pragmatic and grounded in lived experience.

    I hope to embrace this soon. But right now, yet again, I am grasping for the whys and the explanations that I know will never come. On this New Year’s Day, Lemon Squeezy Farms was ready to start fresh and embrace new beginnings. Somehow at the end of the day, I sit here and type this. I am wondering if I am even emotionally capable of processing this loss. I’m done with my ugly cries but then I remember something or look at a photo and I’m just sick. Today we lost one registered Boer male; Chunk. He was a real good looking boy. I hope he will live on in the kid(s) that will come from Moondance in a couple of months. This will happen as long as everything goes smoothly. Losing Lady has been a gut punch. She lives on with the two kids (Jack & Jill) she gave us last February. I would sing her the song Lady… by Lionel Richie, The Little River Band, and Styx. I know she loved it. She was a great mommy. I remember making sure Jack & Jill were latching on properly. During that time, I managed to squirt myself in the eye with her milk. We have more history with Lady because she was with us longer. Chunk was well loved too.

    “The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.”
    — Psalms 34:18

    Tonight our farm feels quieter. Our heart is heavy with their absence. Loving animals means opening your heart fully, even knowing the goodbye will come someday—and today it came too soon.

    In the midst of this loss, I’m holding tight to the truth that God is near to the brokenhearted. I believe He saw Chunk and Lady, knew them, and knows this ache we carry now. We are grateful for the time we were given. We cherish the joy they brought to our days. We appreciate the reminder that all life—great and small—is precious in His care.

    Rest gently, sweet ones. You were deeply loved.

    In loving memory of Chunk and Lady—faithfully cared for, deeply loved, and now resting in God’s care.

  • Goat Life Chronicles: Tales of Love and Loss

    This past weekend my husband drove to an animal sale about two hours from our farm. Unfortunately I couldn’t go along but it sure made my memories start flooding! Last year at that exact sale, we purchased (among other things) our first goats. Frank, Lady, Billy, and Fiona. I never imagined we would own and care for goats much less enjoy it. When we brought them home we didn’t even have a place to put them; we didn’t plan on bringing anything but chickens home. We had three dog kennels in the back of my Subaru Outback. Frank and Lady each had their own kennel and Billy and Fiona shared one. I remember how hard my husband and I were laughing when we stopped off to get a Blizzard at Dairy Queen. The goats were bleating while he ordered in the drive-thru. It still makes me laugh. We got home late, after dark, and didn’t have much time to put our newly made plans into action. We had cattle panels and fastened them together. We were so proud of ourselves for settling up their makeshift pen while using the car’s headlights for a light source. Our son came home after work and commented on the goats. We didn’t realized right away he meant that the goats were in the yard. A couple of them had escaped! After catching a couple goats and getting them back in the enclosure, we wrapped the cattle panels with snow fencing so the goats wouldn’t be able to escape again. From humble beginnings…..

    Baptism by fire is probably the best way I can explain our goat care education. We both did lots of research and still do. One of my favorite things is how we keep learning and improving. I’ve built a couple of our goat structures, built and fashioned various ‘play equipment’ for them, and learned how to trim their hooves. We’ve also learned how and when to vaccinate. What is the most difficult, for me, to learn is dealing with the low, sad times. We’ve learned twice how quickly a goat’s health can go downhill. Billy and Frank are buried on our land, their loss was horrible but not in vain. We learned so much from each one. Frank lives on in his boy, Jack, and girl, Jill, he had with Lady and his daughter he had with Fiona. I’ve written about those sweet bundles.

    The renewal of life is the part that makes me love all the hardest days on our little farm. Heading out to check on Lady in the bitterly cold, wee hours of the morning will always be vivid in my memories.

    One of our goats did not come from a sale. Mabel was given to us. She was born one of three kids and sadly, the momma goat died. When I was asked if I was interested in a 5 week old bottle baby I didn’t even think about it. Mabel was dropped off with us and our lamancha goat education began. More importantly we learned how to feed a kid a bottle. It was so difficult to wean Mabel! She would look right at me and bleat, “MA!” I was such a sucker. Strange fact: goat formula smells just like baby formula. In my opinion; it stinks!

    I digress…. my main point was wondering how one year could feel so long and go by so quickly. This is the same stuff I wonder about when I think of how quickly my own children grew up and left us empty nesters. Time waits for no one.

    I’m proud of my husband because when he went to this past animal sale, he went to buy one thing and that is the only thing he came home with! Just a little over a year ago we began tending goats. We now have three separate structures and enclosures to house our goats. I never would have thought I’d love them the way I do. Our goats all know I keep animal crackers in my pockets for them, it’s how I make sure I remain their favorite human. Here’s to our continued journey and my continued goat chronicles!

    Our goat herd: Lady, Jill & Jack, Fiona & Button, Mabel, Gandalf, Snow White, Angelina, Bandit, Nubby, Ward, June, Ruby Junior, Thorn, Thistle, Tulip, Chub, Moondance, and Ruby.

    Mabel (she will always be my bottle baby)

  • Cute as a …

    My husband and I planned a spring break getaway long before we knew we’d have an expecting goat! But winters here are long and cold, we needed to get away. We headed south and found warmer temps during our week of vacation. Fiona was close to kidding but we were not sure when the excitement would come. We were on our way home, about one hour away from the farm, when my daughter Face Timed me. She was holding our newest addition. By the time we got home, Fiona and her baby girl were in our ‘recovery unit’ in the garage. Fiona had birthed without anyone knowing and everything went great. I worry needlessly over events like this, I need to work on that. As I write this, I realize it has been two months since that baby was born! Fiona and Lady are both amazing moms. It has been fun watching one mother two and one mother her one and only. I’m glad that Fiona had a single birth, she is such a small girl herself. It will be interesting to see in the future if she continues with single births. Our weather has warmed, we really had a beautiful spring. Fiona and her kid did not stay in the garage as long. Due to the bitter cold, I kept Lady, Jack, and Jill in the garage longer. Fiona’s little girl is quite the jumping bean and boy does she love to play! She is tiny. She is precious. She is cute as a button and that is how she got her name; Button.

    Just hours old, Button is ready for her close-up.

    Button at two months old.

  • Awaiting another Magical Goat Birth on Lemon Squeezy Farms

    Awaiting another Magical Goat Birth on Lemon Squeezy Farms

    This is Jack. Isn’t he precious? His mom, Lady, gave birth to him and his sister (Jill) on an extremely cold night on February 18th. Thanks to them arriving like they did I took a sick day from work….. thanks goats! I will never forget that magical night. On that night, two little lives were added to our farm in Northeastern North Dakota. Lady and her kids are Nigerian dwarf goats. Except for the chickens we’ve hatched, Jack and Jill are the first animals born on Lemon Squeezy Farms.

    Right now we are preparing again for an upcoming birth. This is just as exciting as the first! I don’t feel like an expert and probably never will. I read as much as I can to help with preparations. As a three-time human mom myself, I know that each pregnancy and birth are different.

    Our expecting mama is Fiona. She is a fainting pygmy goat. She is sweet but compared to the other goats, not overly friendly. Our low tonight is supposed to be 12 degrees and the high tomorrow 45. The night feels chilly but nothing compared to the negative temps we had when Jack and Jill were born. Marc built a really nice enclosure in our garage, I call it the recovery pen. It’s a great place for the mama and babies to recover and regain their strength. It’s been cleaned out and staged for our next big event. The next magical event, when will it be? I will only say, “soon.”