Our Story

Our goat farm started because of a dog. Kind of.

My husband and I wanted to raise our children on a farm. My parents had cattle, and so did my husband’s grandparents. We both appreciated the lifestyle that farming provides. So, we moved from the mountains of North Carolina to Rutherfordton in the foothills. This is where I grew up. There’s more land available here for pastures.

Like many budding farmers, we didn’t know exactly what we were doing. We started with chickens. I had romantic visions of our children collecting eggs and falling in love with farming. My husband built a chicken tractor, and we bought 10 chickens at a good price. One heat lamp, a bag of wood shavings, and a plastic tub later—we were off to the races. But a few weeks into chick-rearing, we noticed something suspicious: all our hens were developing combs. Turns out, our “deal” had been a scam, and we were unknowingly raising roosters only.

So, my husband—who is also a hunter—decided the roosters would become meat to feed the family. I was okay with that, but the kids didn’t exactly buy the “we’re having turkey for supper again” story. (Side note: our daughter has been a vegetarian ever since, and our son became a vegan in college. In our defense, he chose a vegan diet to improve his endurance for triathlon training.)

We eventually sorted out the chicken fiasco and now have five hens and one rooster. That gives us enough eggs for the family, with a few extras to share. We also have cats and dogs.

Then we realized the coyotes were getting a little too close for comfort, putting our animals at risk.

It was 2020. COVID hit, and the kids were learning from home. Like many parents, I thought it would be a great time to get a dog—and involve the kids in raising it.

We found a Maremma puppy, a big puffball of white fluff. The kids named him Minho. He was adorable, and looked like a dust mop when he slept on the floor. And he grew—a lot.

When the kids returned to in-person school, Minho was bored. He started visiting neighbors. A lot. Eventually, his roaming expanded to a five-mile radius. After about the fifth call from animal protective services, it dawned on us: Minho needed a job.

Cows felt too big to manage. I had lived on a working farm in college and always enjoyed working with goats the most. Since I love spinning and weaving, I started researching goats for fiber production. I was surprised to learn that cashmere goats are raised here in the U.S. So, going out on a limb, we found a farm in Virginia that sold cashmere goats.

That summer, my husband fenced in 10 acres—beautifully. I’ll never be able to thank him enough. We purchased the goats from an established cashmere goat farmer, who also shared a wealth of helpful information.

Minho was released to the pasture with the goats—and we haven’t had a single call from animal protection since. He’s been happy with his new job, and we’ve enjoyed the process tremendously.

In 2024, we sent off our first batch of cashmere to be processed and began selling the yarn on our website. I also weave scarves from the cashmere, as well as from yarn I’ve spun and dyed myself using purchased cashmere blend roving. These, too, are available for purchase on our site.