Tuesday, January 3, 2012
My morning kicked off with the birth of three beautiful little bucklings - sons of my doe, Leslie. She wasn't due until tomorrow and she showed no signs of imminent birth so I didn't put her into her kidding stall aka nice, warm, cozy spot in the basement. When I went in to let the goats out this morning, I could tell that she was licking something. I thought maybe it was one of the chickens who like to hangout in the goathouse. But when Leslie didn't run out, I knew that it must be a baby. And it was. Brand, spanking new! A beautiful dark brown baby goat!
Today was one of the coldest mornings in the past several months so I immediately moved mama and baby to the kidding stall. I ran upstairs to get some water and when I returned, Leslie was giving birth to another kid - this time a white baby with tan spots. Then shortly after I left for work, another white baby was born. All three are bucklings and all three are absolutely beautiful.
So while I am beyond thrilled with the birth of my babies, my heart breaks for the loss of the first horse I ever had. I hope that Snowball is strong and happy again and is galloping through Heaven with his mane flowing.