I founded the Goat Justice League in 2007 when, in order to keep my two mini-dairy goats, I had to change the part of Seattle’s zoning code that prohibited farm animals. My grass roots efforts succeeded and today it’s legal to keep three mini-goats (males must be neutered) in the City of Seattle.

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This is Eloise and me on the front steps of my house. Eloise passed away from choking on an apple on March 25, 2020 just two days after giving birth to three healthy kids.

This website contains a few basic goat care tips, but to learn more about goat keeping, buy my book! It is informative and fun.

Recent events, the death of Snowflake (14) and Eloise (9) and Covid-19, have changed my goat keeping. I’m not milking now, but caring for two young does, teaching them to do tricks, pull a cart, and taking them to parks in and around Seattle to collect blackberry and go hiking. Milk isn’t in the picture for at least another year or two. But that’s okay, as I’m enjoying my new adventure of goat training and hiking. In the past, I’d milk about a gallon of milk each day, make cheese, and enjoy fresh goat milk (nothing like the goaty tasting stuff from the grocery store).

My old goats, Snowflake and Eloise, broadened my world. These new goats, and our new adventures, are keeping that tradition alive.

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Charlotte is the little goat on the right. Her two brothers are Henry Fussy and Wilbur Fancy socks. I bottle-fed the three after Eloise died. They all began learning tricks at just two weeks old. Their talent was obvious from day one. The boys moved to the country when they were eight-weeks old, so I adopted a new doe, Coco, to keep Charlotte company. The two girls are getting very good at jumping through hoops.