Isn't it self explanatory?
For the first time since the kids were born, May gave us a true spring day (an afternoon, at any rate). Poor Darcy had been cooped up in the barn for nearly a full week. It was time to throw the doors open. The rest of the herd was down in the pasture, so I… Continue reading Our darling buds of May
Darcy kept us waiting six days. She seemed unbothered by it all. It was just the humans who were anxious, all the way through yesterday morning when I suggested maybe we should talk to the vet to see if we should be concerned. Of course, that's what did it. Like taking an umbrella along to… Continue reading Here we are now
Sometimes the only way to start is just to start. * The cats and I are playing a game today. The game goes like this: they sit on the windowsill to my left, close enough to my ear that I can hear their ears twitch. I get out of my chair and they dash for… Continue reading Stasis
Please meet Gideon, Gordon, and Gertrude, born to absolutely perfect first-time mother Darcy, on April 29, 2016, between 3.45 and 5 pm.
Today they turn one. It's nothing like the bittersweet when you watch your friend's children, or your own children, grow beyond your hold. They're just goats, after all. Even still. How could they have gone from this to this in just 12 months? They did it so incrementally that we barely registered the changes, the… Continue reading Next thing, they’ll be studying for their learner’s permits
Winter break. Lots of lounging by the fire, lots of staring out the window at the white, lots of opening packages, lots of sliding on the ice on the way down the path. Lots of snacking. Including the goats, who make short work of balsam branches sawn from the Christmas tree. And then inquire, with… Continue reading 52 Photos ~ My choice
Not if you're a goat, four weeks old, healthy, and playing in the browse with your mom and your sister on a lush June afternoon.
