Floyd Didn’t Start Out as a Problem Goat
Floyd wasn’t born wild, feral, or looking for trouble.
He was born on another farm as a triplet — the odd one out from the beginning. His siblings were both white goats. Floyd was brown, like his mama, and for reasons only goats understand, she refused to nurse him.
Rejected early and needing help, Floyd’s story could have gone a lot of different ways. Instead, it brought him to Kiser Ridge Farm.
How Floyd Came to Kiser Ridge Farm
At the time, one of our goats, Ida, had just had a baby of her own — a buck named Curtis Lowe. Curtis Lowe and Floyd shared the same daddy, Hank, who, unbeknownst to Ida, had been flouncing around on several farms before settling down.
Ida hadn’t seen Hank since he knocked her up, and she certainly wasn’t expecting to raise one of his other babies. When we brought Floyd to Kiser Ridge Farm and introduced him to her, she was understandably reluctant.
But after some hesitation, Ida took Floyd in.
She raised him right alongside Curtis Lowe, and the two grew up together as brothers — bonded not just by blood, but by circumstance.
When Floyd Became the Lone Goat
For a while, Floyd had what goats are supposed to have: companionship.
But farm life changes.
Then, when Floyd and Curtis Lowe were just two years old, they lost Ida during the birth of their little sister. Over the next couple of years, other goats transferred farms or passed away, and Floyd eventually became the only goat left at Kiser Ridge Farm.
It was a hard season. Floyd lost the goat who had chosen him when he needed it most.
Losing Ida during kidding season was one of the clearest examples of the reality of farming we don’t often share, but it shaped everything that came after.
And from that point on, Floyd was on his own except for his faithful companion Jam, who had come when he was just a young goat.
Enter Jam and Blue (and a Very Bad Idea)
Our livestock guardian dogs, Jam and Blue, came when the boys were just youngsters.
Soon, with no other goats to model normal goat behavior, Floyd did what Floyd does best — he adapted.
Unfortunately, he adapted by striking a deal with Jam.
With no goat companions left to keep him grounded, Jam taught Floyd everything she knew about being a livestock guardian dog. That included ignoring fences, testing boundaries, and developing a complete disregard for rules that applied to anyone else.
Floyd learned quickly.
He stopped thinking like a goat and started thinking like a dog — one with hooves, opinions, and zero respect for personal property.
How Floyd Earned the Name “The Felon”
Floyd’s reputation didn’t come from a single incident. It came from a long list of small, consistent offenses.
Fence testing.
Unauthorized climbing.
Appearing where he absolutely should not be. Causing him to be sentenced to hard, but well fed labor.
At one point, Floyd was even removed from our property by animal control — on our own land — an experience that was confusing, upsetting, and completely surreal for everyone involved.
You see, Floyd was already serving time on fence row, assigned to the chain gang for his ongoing escape attempts, when he was unexpectedly apprehended by a completely different authority.
He was removed from the farm and held for three days in what can only be described as a correctional facility for dogs — a detail that suggests someone, somewhere, had questions about species classification.
After three days, Floyd was located by his original wardens, several very direct conversations were had, and he was released back into the custody of Kiser Ridge Farm.
He returned healthy, confident, and clearly convinced this experience only added to his legend.
This goat has a knack for finding trouble, even when he’s standing exactly where he belongs.
By the time Floyd returned home, the nickname Floyd the Felon had officially stuck.
When a goat earns that kind of reputation, a mugshot stops feeling like a joke and starts feeling like documentation.
If you’ve seen Floyd’s mugshot showing up on cups, magnets, shirts, and other things around here — yes, that’s him, and yes, it’s completely accurate.
Life With a Goat Who Doesn’t Respect Boundaries
Living with Floyd means accepting a few realities.
Fences are suggestions.
Picnic tables are not off-limits.
Personal space is optional.
Doors are meant to be opened.
B&E is a way of life, not just a passing thought.
Floyd is curious, bold, and unapologetically himself. He’s not mean. He’s not aggressive. He’s just… confident in ways that cause regular disruptions.
That is why we love him!!
Why Floyd Is Still Here (Despite Everything)
Floyd isn’t disposable. He isn’t a mistake. He’s a product of circumstance, survival, and learning from the wrong role models.
He taught our kids patience, humor, and responsibility. He taught us that animals — like people — don’t always fit neatly into expectations.
And sometimes, the ones who cause the most trouble are the ones with the most story to tell.
Floyd the Felon, Unreformed
Floyd has not reformed.
He has not apologized.
He has not learned his lesson.
And he will almost certainly be standing somewhere inappropriate the next time you visit.
But he’s ours. And he’s part of what makes Kiser Ridge Farm what it is.
If you want to meet the rest of the animals who share life with Floyd, you can read more here:
👉 Meet Our Farm Animals
And if you’re curious what daily life looks like around a goat who thinks he’s a dog:
👉 Farm-Feral Life at Kiser Ridge Farm
Floyd insists this book be included in his official case file.
The goat in this story bears a suspicious resemblance to him — curious, clever, and constantly testing limits — and if Floyd could read, we’re fairly certain he’d take it as a biography.
If your kids love goats, farm animals, or stories about doing things slightly the hard way, this book fits right in with the spirit of Kiser Ridge Farm.
👉 See the book Floyd approves
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