There was an ad in our local paper for goats, so after speaking to the woman on the phone a few days ago, I went today to take a look. There were about 20-25 does and doelings. No breeding plan, all had been bred by brothers and sons. No vaccinations other than rabies. There was very, very loose poop; two goats were noticeably limping; one had a swelling on her jaw the size of a golf ball. They all looked pretty unthrifty to me. The wife was out of town, and although he was very friendly, the husband wasn't sure about a lot of things. When I asked about the two who were limping, he said they had brought hoof scald home from the county fair. The swelling on the jaw? He'd never noticed it before, but didn't seem at all concerned. I told him I wanted to do a bit of research on the scald before I decided, and I left. I came home and sprayed my boots with bleach water and threw my clothes in the washer. My goats are bright-eyed, bouncy, happy, and healthy. This situation makes me very sad. Honestly, the man was as nice as can be, and although the farm was pretty messy, he really had a lot of great things going on there. I think maybe too many irons in the fire. There's really no question here, I just needed to vent, I guess.