Combs' Kiddin' Around Farm

Combs' Kiddin' Around Farm Family-run farm & woodshop in Lawrenceburg, KY. Rustic farm quality built to last! 🐐🪵

We raise Nigerian Dwarf goats (ADGA, Full & crosses) and handcraft milk stands, feeders, cutting boards, wood signs & more.

It’s cold, the ground is frozen, and all that’s missing from this winter wonderland are my girls.Then I see it — a singl...
12/11/2025

It’s cold, the ground is frozen, and all that’s missing from this winter wonderland are my girls.
Then I see it — a single snowflake trickling ever so gently toward the ground.

Meanwhile, my girls are holed up in the barn like they’re in a hostage situation with Mother Nature, and the boys are over in their corner negotiating their terms of release.

With more snow on the way tonight, release seems unlikely… and at this rate, we may not see a goat hoof grace the pasture until Spring.

Be honest… which herd are you in?
❄️ ‘We melt in the snow’ girls
or
💨 ‘We negotiate with the weather’ boys?

12/11/2025

There’s nothing like that first oil coat on a cutting board 😍🪵

12/10/2025

Tell me you own goats without telling me you own goats… I’ll go first. 🐐😂

12/10/2025

It’s been raining. It is currently raining.
Which means no goats are outside — because obviously they would melt.

The girls? Cozy. Dry. Door closed. Content with their life choices.

But then… from the boys’ barn… I hear it.
Not distress noises.
Not emergency noises.
Just… someone is mad at someone noises.

I ignore it.
It happens again.
I ignore it harder.

Third time?
Fine. I put on my boots and trudge through the cold rain like the responsible goat parent I pretend to be.

I open the barn door and there stands every single boy, staring at me like:
“Why… are you out in this?”

So I close the door.
They’re fine. I’m wet and cold.

Then it hits me:
I never actually saw Whiskey.

So I turn back around, one hand on the wall so I don’t slide into the mud like a newborn goat, yank the door open AGAIN—

And Whiskey pops up like,
“Oh hey, you rang?”

I immediately slam the door shut because:
✅ Everyone is still fine
✅ I am now wetter
✅ And I refuse to chase boys in the rain

There has not been one single peep since.

Conclusion:
They absolutely staged that.
This was premeditated.
I was lured into the rain.

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12/10/2025

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12/10/2025

Missing this level of tiny chaos already 🐐💕






12/10/2025

The moment it officially becomes ours 🔥🪵

12/09/2025

Some things won’t survive the goats…
but your keys will be just fine. 😂🐐

12/08/2025

“Turn your sound on 🐐💛
Fresh baby goat squeaks from the farm today…
Now be honest—did this make your day better? 🥹






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Good night from the farm and may your sleep be as sound as Callie's.
12/08/2025

Good night from the farm and may your sleep be as sound as Callie's.

12/08/2025

Whiskey’s Love Life: Episode 2 — The Plot Thickens 🤦‍♀️🐐

So… remember yesterday when Whiskey finally agreed to come out for his first dinner-and-a-date, only to ditch his lady for more grain?

Well friends — today he upgraded to a TWO-GIRL DATE.

Granted… he didn’t realize there were two at first.
That became very clear when he was promptly butted directly into the second one.

You see, Whiskey is less “man of action” and more professional flirter.
He’s like a teenage boy who suddenly realizes girls exist and has absolutely no idea what to do with that information.

Lots of yelling.
Posturing.
Strutting.
Zero urgency.

Eventually, yes — both girls got their breeding date…
But honestly, they were FAR more interested in the grain buffet I was carrying than a second round with Whiskey.

One even tried to sneak a snack mid–meet & greet.
I shut that down.

Whiskey?
He sauntered back into his barn like he was the cherry on the sundae.

If you ask the ladies…
The sundae was melted
And the cherry was flat.

AND NOW…
Only ONE more doe to go. And she belongs to GRAHAM.

And if you know Graham… you already know this one’s about to be loud, fast, and completely unhinged.
Stay tuned. 😅🐐

Breeding season, y’all.
It’s a romance novel nobody asked for. 😂🐐

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