I know it sounds strange, especially to me, but I have this feeling that Treasure came into our lives for a reason, she is a messenger of love, an angel come for a reason. Why would I think that?

Curiously, Maria and I, in our ever-evolving relationship, have switched roles a bit. I think one of the reasons Treasure came to us was to bring us a baby goat, she has several for sale, and they seem like loving and beautiful creatures.

I am drawn to having one, and that is odd because I had three at the first Bedlam Farm and couldn’t wait to give them away. They drove me crazy. I had a helper on the farm who fed them day and night and turned them into pests, and every time they saw a human being they rushed over for food.

They were loud and troublesome. They were smarter than me, never a good thing when getting a farm animal. But I am different and things are different. If you don’t make animals like dogs and donkeys and goats pests, they won’t be pests. They don’t need round-the-clock cuddling or treats, we have plenty of good stuff for them to eat around the farm.

Normally, I would pair animals up, but the goats would attack to the flock of sheep and also the donkeys and pony. She would not be lonely. Our back dog area would be a perfect goat hang-out and Maria would love a goat. And we have plenty of shrub and junk growth to keep one goat happy. And busy. It would be nice to have that back pasture cleared of some of the brush and growth.

We talked about it this morning, and she was sensible and persuasive. She wrote about it on her blog today.

And very clear. She said we don’t need another animal, we have a good bunch. Neither one of us is an animal hoarder, we don’t get animals just to have them, or only because there are so many in need. We get animals we can manage and control.

I also have to be mindful of my age, I’ll be 69 in a few weeks and when I go – I don’t plan for that to be soon – I don’t want to leave a legacy behind that will burden Maria.  But the burden of this animal care will fall to her in the coming years, that is what is most likely to happen.

We both have to want any animals we get, we both have to feel good about it or there is no issue. And as of now, it just isn’t going to happen, that is the reality of life. For that reason, this needs to be her decision much more than mine. And she has developed very strong instincts for survival.

I don’t believe in arguing anyone into getting an animal, that is a formula for disaster, I understand and respect her feelings and I know she is right. Normally, I would be horrified at the idea of getting a baby goat. For some reason, I am not. We have the facilities right here, animals are our life and a great part of our work. We take photos, videos of them and write stories about them.

They enlighten us and fascinate us and lift us up. I have learned to respect Maria’s instincts and I trust them. They are very good.

But there is a voice in my head. Would a small goat make such a big difference in the scheme of things? Isn’t this what we do? Animals are our heart, and in many ways, our work. They inspire us, heal us and shape our creativity. And from my messages, they lift up a lot of other people as well.

In many ways, I am fascinated by our evolution. I think I am opening up to such things, and she has learned much about the realities of a farm and the need for balance and thought. I think we both are growing in our own ways.

We have three new animals on the farm: Fate, Izzy, Rosemary. We are not overwhelmed, but it is enough to keep us busy, and  it is sometimes hard to pay attention to all of them as often as we’d like. And every animal costs money one way or another. We don’t have a lot of extra money.

I look at Treasure and wonder about the things and the people who came into our lives. We both thought the bear appeared on the farm for a reason. Beyond friendship, is Treasure a messenger of a different kind?