Family Has Big Love for Pygmy Goats
Janet and Wayland Efird
Janet and Wayland Efird had no intention of raising goats. They bought Sugar, a white pygmy goat, 10 years ago because their daughter wanted a pet. Then they decided Sugar, the goat, needed a companion so they bought Honey, another pygmy goat.
Honey had two babies, or kids, and one goat led to another.
Now, they're raising 22 miniature goats in a barn behind their house on 5 acres in rural Red Cross, N.C., and most of their free time goes to caring for their goat herd.
"We fell in love," Janet says. "Once you see them, you're hooked."
Janet sat on a wooden cable spool in one of their pens and Bambi, a Nigerian dwarf goat with light brown hair and blue eyes, jumped onto her lap. As Janet rubbed Bambi behind the ears and nuzzled her neck, Laney, a little doe, tried to head-butt Bambi out of the way so she could get a little nuzzling.
"Miss Laney is mad," Janet says, so she rubbed Laney's back. Blueberry, another Nigerian, chewed on Janet's jacket until Janet turned and rubbed her neck. Then, from across the pen came a loud "Maa-aaa-aa." Bailey, a pregnant goat nearly ready to deliver, was calling.
"If you have your hands on them from the time they're born, they're more loving," Janet says. "Goats seem to adapt to you more, recognize you, and follow you around."