I can’t believe I haven’t told you about the goat kids.
Life has gotten insanely busy over the past month and there has been precious little time for such lovely frivolities as blog post writing, but it is verging on criminal that the goat babies haven’t been shouted about from the rooftops.
So, on with the shouting.
Back in January, we borrowed a buck from some friends. We knew we wanted to expand our small tribe but didn’t want to commit to the maintenance and olefactory torture that comes with year-round buck-having.
Goat gestation takes 150 days, so we assumed we’d see kids sometime around the end of June or beginning of July.
And that’s just what happened.
Dot (who was born on applewood farm two years ago) kidded first. When we went to check on her, her two girls had just been born. They were still wet and messy and beautiful and crazy cute.
There was no trouble with the birth, but Dot seemed to be troubled by the fact that these two creatures appeared, seemingly out of nowhere, and now wanted to start using her as a milk dispenser.
She kept walking away whenever they tried to nurse.
This was troubling, but the babies continued to be alive for hours and days and eventually weeks, so we decided they must be getting some milk and left it at that.
Two days later, I took a break from work to go let the dogs out and check to make sure the pigs had water and see whether Janie had kidded.
When I looked in the first goat shed, I found Dot and her girls, but no Janie. I looked into the second goat shed and still no Janie. Then, I glanced down the hill of the enclosure and noticed movement under the pine tree.
Upon closer inspection, I realized that not only was Janie sitting under the pine tree with her brand new, lovely sons, but she had also given birth to them right out there in the open.
Everyone involved seemed quite pleased.
The boys had clearly been born hours before and were already dry and fluffy.
And yes, goat babies are probably the cutest creatures on the planet.
I try to let them out of their enclosure about once a day to wreak havoc on the farm, frolick with the piglets (who are ALWAYS escaping), and munch on the wonderful leafy greens that are apparently way better than the leafy greens on their side of the fence.
When they are not busy wreaking or frolicking or munching, they will turn absolutely anything into a toy.
Favorites include lawn chairs, picnic tables, ladders, and benches.
If it can be climbed, a goat kid’ll climb it.
And fly off of it.
And they will repeat the performance ad infinitum.