​Our dear Maggie, Here’s to you!  You brought out a part of us we had no idea even existed.  You became our Foundation doe and never failed us.  In later years you were the Queen of the barn: butting strangers and friends alike.  Later butting Emily and Matt when they were kind enough to muck the barn, and then you turned over their “full-to-the-brim” wheel barrow with all the muck in it!
 
Maggie, you remained the Queen, even as a Granddame, never letting a stranger in the pasture, without a nod from you, “bossing”, playing and butting heads with the other goats, and always rubbing and cuddling with your life long companion, Dylan and us, too!  We all love and miss you, Miss Maggie.
 
 Thank you.  We are still  “Gonna Work on Maggie’s Farm” in your honor and memory!