What happens is not as important as how you react to what happens.

Speaking of youngsters...

I had suspected Daisy to be pregnant some time back, but then as Hagird began to become equally as ‘round’, I figured they were just healthy. I have not been able to spend time with the livestock the past couple of weekends and never get home from the slave pits anymore until well after the sun goes down, so had not noticed until this weekend, that Daisy appeared to be even rounder, but also that her tits were quite full of milk! After getting the cowboys’ confirmation on my suspicions, it appears that Miss Daisy is indeed full with child (I now understand that goats typically have anywhere from 2 – 4 at one time!?!) and ready to drop them at any time! Hence, the urgent necessity to get her up in a warm, safe and secure enclosure for the imminent delivery.

Have you city folk ever wondered why farms always seem to have so much seemingly junky items strewn all about the place? Well here’s a perfect example of the reason behind this rhyme – just consider today’s urgent and unexpected need for a goat nursery. A 20’ section of chain link fencing from an old abandoned kennel run, some sturdy nylon hay string (NEVER throw away hay strings – it’s almost as invaluable around the farm as duct tape), a couple of chains and latches, a section of chicken wire that’s been laying around here for literally YEARS, and vwallah! A fine goat birthing establishment erected in record time at no cost!


We left Miss Daisy alone in her new confines for a few hours but I could not bear her constant, woeful bleating for the wandering Hagrid, who seemed somewhat unwilling to take responsibility for her present predicament. It almost looks, in this shot, as though there was some rather serious conversing going on here…


According to what little info I’ve been able to glean online about keeping the buck and doe together during birth, it appears it may be OK to do so, so they are together now, and both seem quite content. Perhaps I will just keep a watchful eye on them as much as possible and once the babies are here, I will take Hagrid out. The babies alone should then be enough company to keep Daisy content, and too busy to be otherwise!

What timing! Rest assured, Hagrid the buck (along with any offspring to whom it may apply) will soon become a WETHER. I hope the god of goats will have mercy upon my ignorant soul in not being more prepared for this momentous event, and grant our new babies an uneventful birthing, in spite of their wretched and woefully undeserving owner. Good Lord, the fun just never ends around here…