Come on, girls -- it’ll do you good to get out. The babies will be safe and sound in the nursery barn.
Look, I know you girls are getting cabin fever. Goats normally leave their babies during the day while they graze. I’ve done this before.
It’ll be all right. I’ll go with you, I said, picking up the broom and shooing them out the door.
"Hay, this is our old barn! Look, everything’s just the same as it was. ‘And this is our pasture, and our water buckets… Oh, Ah declare! There’s mah mama, mah sistah and auntie and mah last year’s bybie!" (These are SW Virginia goats.)
I sat on the hill while the herd reunited with the girls. There was a lot of nuzzling and sniffing.
"Mah dear, you're as big as a house, when are you due? Ah’ve got the sweetest twins. They look just like gramma Pearl… "
So, everything was fine. The babies were quiet and safe, so I went on to do some pruning and other work around the farm.
At dinnertime, I expected the moms to be waiting outside the nursery barn. That proved to be wishful thinking. They were in the big barn with the rest of the herd. I grabbed some leads and proceeded to take them across to the nursery.
"What ARE you doin'? We want to stay HERE!"
Are you kidding? (ha) You didn’t want to leave the babies and now you don’t want to go back to them?
They look like little white puppies with brown markings. Of course you remember them.
I escorted each the few yards to the green barn and shoved them in the door.
"Oh, yes! Now we remember! Aren’t they cute? ‘And they DO look like little white puppies. Can we have our supper now?"
I wish they'd stop calling me Miss Scarlet.