There are certain experiences in life that you don’t realize you need until you have them — and visiting a goat farm is definitely one of them. I never thought of myself as a “farm person.” I pictured dirt, weird smells, and animals that might not exactly appreciate my city-girl energy. But one sunny afternoon changed everything. My first time at a goat farm was way more than I expected — it was pure, hilarious, heart-melting joy. 🥰
As soon as we pulled into the gravel driveway, I could hear them — the soft bleating that sounded like a chorus of confused toddlers. I stepped out of the car, already smiling. In front of me was a wide green field dotted with goats of all sizes: tiny babies with knobby knees, shaggy adults with little beards, and even a few mischievous teenagers bouncing around like they owned the place.
The farm owner, a kind woman named Laura, waved us over and handed us a little bucket of feed. “Just hold out your hand flat,” she said, laughing. “They’ll take it from you gently. Well… most of the time.” 🫣
The moment I crouched down and held out my hand, I was swarmed. Tiny goats, medium goats, one particularly enthusiastic giant goat — all pushing and nudging to get a nibble. Their little noses were velvety soft, and their tongues were surprisingly polite (not at all slimy like I feared!). Within seconds, I was giggling uncontrollably, unable to keep up with the eager munchers.
What surprised me most was how personality-packed these goats were. One tiny black and white baby named Pip decided he liked me and followed me everywhere I went, occasionally trying to climb into my lap like a puppy. Another goat — a hefty girl named Mabel — kept nudging my backpack, clearly convinced that it contained snacks. (Spoiler: it did not. But she was determined to double-check every five minutes anyway.)
As we walked through the farm, Laura told us little stories about each goat. Some were rescues, some were born right there, and all had their own quirky habits. One goat loved to jump onto anything higher than ground level — benches, hay bales, even unsuspecting visitors. Another one had a habit of “borrowing” hats right off people’s heads.
I learned that goats are not just adorable — they’re smart. Like, problem-solving, door-opening, plot-hatching smart. One group of young goats managed to wiggle open the latch to their pen while we were visiting. Chaos instantly erupted as they raced around the farm like tiny, furry hurricanes, bleating triumphantly. It took five adults, a lot of laughter, and a bit of bribery (apple slices) to round them up again.
But what touched me the most was the peacefulness of it all. Sitting in the field, feeling the sun on my face and a warm little goat snuggled next to me, I felt completely content. There was no rush, no screens, no deadlines — just a moment of pure, uncomplicated happiness. Watching a mama goat gently nudge her baby to stand, seeing the playful head-butting matches between the young ones, hearing the soft rustle of hooves on grass — it felt like therapy for the soul.
At one point, Laura offered to let us help bottle-feed a few of the youngest babies who were still too little to nurse on their own. Holding a warm, squirming kid (that’s what baby goats are called!) in my arms while it eagerly drank from the bottle was almost too much cuteness to handle. Their tiny hooves paddled against my chest, and their soft bleats of satisfaction melted every last bit of stress I’d brought with me.
As the afternoon wore on, I realized I didn’t want to leave. Every goat had wormed its way into my heart — even the bossy ones, even the sneaky ones. Especially the sneaky ones. 😆
Before we left, Laura showed us the little farm shop where they sold handmade goat milk soap, cheeses, and even knitted items made from the wool of their angora goats. I couldn’t resist picking up a few souvenirs (and maybe dreaming a little about one day having a few goats of my own).
Driving away, I kept glancing back at the happy, chaotic scene of goats lounging in the sun, chasing each other, and flopping dramatically into piles of hay. I didn’t just leave with a phone full of the cutest pictures and videos ever — I left with a full heart.
My first time at a goat farm was more than just a fun afternoon — it was a reminder of the simple joys that still exist in the world. Sometimes, happiness looks like a tiny goat nibbling your shoelaces or snuggling into your lap without a care. 🐐💕
If you ever get the chance to visit a goat farm, DO IT. Your heart will thank you. And who knows — you might just fall in love with goats like I did. 🥰
