Today, besides beasting out another caked layer of winter months' manure from the "straw side" of the goat pen, we went to see Sarah speak about goats and food sovereignty at the Hancock Library, two doors down from us. There were 8 people there, mostly elderly. Through schmoozing with the Hancock regulars, we discovered what people "do" in the community, AND we have been recruited as the "Young Girls" to the Monadnock roller derby team. "Pat the Brat" stopped us at the door and convinced us to give roller derby a shot and buy tickets for the church on the ice raffle. Another guy told us that for a living, most people were "young professionals" in Hancock, working in Manchester or Concord or Massachusetts, people weren't farmers. The town of Hancock was also founded after John Hancock in hopes he would visit and become more established in the town. Later this evening, Kenzie opened some Prosecco before going to the Inn for a drink where we met two locals, Char and Julie, and the bar manager bought us our drinks, "Welcome to the neighborhood!" before tending to the goats who got loose and roamed the barn while I sang songs and we cajoled them back into their pens. We are starting the dryoff period, meaning we are only milking them in the mornings now.
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| In dressed up clothes, venturing down to the goats |
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| Whiskey after goat tending in mason shot glasses |
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