Welcome To Wakefield Meadows Home to Miniature Silky Fainting Goats
We are very pleased to announce Wakefield's Winkle Toes' (Tulip) modeling debut in the fall line for Coach!!!
We had a great day at the photo shoot in NYC - - it's not often you see goats walking down 5th Ave!!! Tulip, Stoick, and Dandy all had time in the spotlight, but it seems that Tulip has caught the attention of many people all over the internet!!
We are planning on breeding Tulip this fall and once we have finalized who she will be bred to, we will be taking reservations.
Portait or MCH Sol-Orr's Baxter "Chester"
Our Farm History My grandfather, Milton Stokes “Pa,” was a gentleman farmer who owned and operated the original Wakefield Manors. My childhood is filled with memories from his farm…summers of splashing through the creeks with my brothers and my cousins, quiet winter mornings learning to identify animal tracks in the snow, and weekends, as a family, bailing our own hay. Wakefield Manors was the inspiration and namesake which I am honored to use for our farming operation.
My father, Jim Vinson, was raised on a dairy goat farm. It was a tough life and he dreamed of leaving the life of farming behind him. My dad spent the majority of life working in the corporate world, but his heart never left “the farm.” Perhaps it was the pull of the smell of fresh hay that led him to hold onto an 11 acre piece of property, that eventually, after 25+ years would become Wakefield Meadows.
It was around 2009 and our daughter’s class was hatching a couple of chicken eggs for an in-school science project. As the hatching date grew nearer, she approached us about bringing home a chicken… “just one!!!” I told her to “Go ask you grandfather.” That seemed like a perfect project for grandparents to take on, right? Well, the next thing I knew, Poppy and Morgan had hatched a plan and small chicken coop was being installed on “the land.”
This was a defining moment and marked the birth of Wakefield Meadows. Four chickens and their beautiful fresh eggs soon became eight, eight chickens became a variety of chickens…Orpingtons, Easter Eggers, Cochins…something called a Silkie ?!? The fun of gathering colored, pastel tinted eggs of various sizes soon became a hit, with the family and the surrounding neighborhood kids and families.
Morgan & Poppy planning something
Morgan and Daisy
By this time, the little coop had been replaced by a large 30 chicken capacity coop with an enclosed run and a 15’ tall aviary area complete an electric fence perimeter that was impenetrable to any known varmint or predator.
This is also the time that we added a Nubian goat to the farm. I remember the twinkle in my dad’s eyes when I said that we were thinking about adding a goat…. for milk, of course, and just one…. So Daisy joined our little farm family. Daisy, the goat that used to help our daughter herd the chickens into the aviary at night. Daisy, the goat who helped teach us that her species was loyal and smart and goofy and ….. the goat had us.
Morgan, Daisy, and Poppy
So, in addition to our full time jobs, my husband and I had become hobby farmers in our “spare” time… many of our weekends were spent with our children and my parents, gardening, tending to our growing flock, attending 4H meetings, and this little “in school science project” had taken on a life of its own. One day, my husband stated that if he is going to be collecting eggs and cleaning up after goats and chickens he wants something called a fainting goat. (Sidenote - at some point, said husband finds a youtube.com video that depicts goats that faint. Fall down. Freeze and drop.)
And, so the next expansion of Wakefield Meadows begins. Not only do I find these goats that fainted… I find ones that are miniature… and are silky…. and they have bangs!!! Along the lines of the mythical Unicorn or Pegasus, I find … Miniature Silky Fainting Goats!!!
Breeding, showing, and educating people about these goats has become our family focus. 4H, school field trips, church youth groups, curious neighbors, and countless groups of people are drawn to the farm to meet these amazing little goats.