One short week of “fake spring” and we are back to the winter weather. The dining room table is beginning to look like I have forgotten about the cows in my garden. I have a plan, and Aaron has a plan – I’m sure his is better. We are figuring out how to work them together to end up with salsa etc. this year.
What does one do when this (photo below) happens?
Clear land and burn brush! I’m sure the teenagers were more than excited that the WV teachers prevailed, got the raise and the promise of an insurance task force – because today they went back to school. Happy to be back in a routine, but oh so glad to have made so much more progress uncovering fields on the farm.
I THINK the final goat count at the end of the kidding season is 9 original goats, 9 babies and 2 borrowed boys. The last two to kid were Charlie and Callie – both of whom were supposed to NOT get pregnant. We tried so hard to keep the boys and these girls separate. Those boys are pretty sneaky!
Callie lost one baby and one beautiful little “mini me” lived. The human kids are not very sheltered from farming life. My 4 year-old grand-daughter and I covered, death, burial, still-birth, udders and teats, comparisons between people parts, bottles etc. within one 10 minute conversation. It always amazes how differently children see the world and hear what we say. When discussing that we would be burying the goat baby’s body – Mya asked where the head was going to be! Hahahahahaha! A little humor is always good.
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