Last night I became a midwife... er, um... that is, GOAT midwife. I officially straightened out a baby's leg while inside its mama's womb so it could come out-- because I have tiny hands and my husband has giant ones. Everyone was so proud of me. I became a heroine in just one evening. My young son has showered me with kisses, drinks of water and a foot rub because I apparently saved a little life.
I'm feeling quite pleased with myself.
Last week I knew nothing about goats. But GOOGLE has been a great teacher and I'm learning new things every day. Yesterday, we had 18 Boer goats. Today we have 21. I suspect we will have 22 before this day is over. Why do we have all these goats, you might ask? I am still trying to figure that one out.
By the way, would you like to know the babies names? Just say, "yes."
Well Miss Carmen, the black goat is a proud mother of twins, Thing 1 and Thing 2.
(You have read The Cat in the Hat, right?)
And here we have Jerusha
(You have read The Five Little Peppers and How they Grew, right?)
and her cute little baby, Sassafras.
I think I'm falling in love with goats.
Shh... don't tell.