It all began with a baah—that sounded a lot like Maah!
And there he was, at the back door of my island cottage no more than 24-hours old.

A baby goat walked right up to me and said maah. Mutual love at first sound.

His stepped right into my heart and into his name and became my little Moo Baah.

Because he looks like a cow but sounds like a goat.

And he changed the course of my life –forever.

He and his herd, or should I say flock –
I know, just doesn’t sound right
but it’s strangely accurate—
are now in my word-crosshairs.

Their stories are currently being told here and in a book that will end up a delicious movie one day soon . . .

Plus, a delightful enchanted children’s series.

Believe me the possibilities are endless but for now, I must run as they are a-baah-ing (loudly). I’m up to nine twenty-three baby goat rescues and these suckers can eat!