Okay, boys and girls. Who thought that, indeed, a goat would give birth yesterday? If you raised your hand, you were right!
Even though I went and checked on ducklings and goats around 4:30 p.m. before going up and starting dinner, when I walked in the barn at about 6 p.m., there was a new mother bawling in fear and pain. She needed a little help. There was also a goat with her head and horns stuck in the panel between stalls. That required bolt cutters to cut and bend back the metal after trying for half an hour to free her. (Logically, you know if she could get her head through the space, there should be a way for her to get back out.) Nevertheless neither she nor two people could get her out.
Add cows figuring out how to get through a goat baffle into the next pasture, and you have a pretty good idea of how the day went.
The roast was overdone but eatable by the time we got up to the house. That's the way it goes some days.
1 comment:
The leisurely idyllic pastoral life.....
I remember never eating supper before 9pm most spring and summer nights. Now I know why!
That roast must have smelled pretty darn good by the time you got back in. Last night was the first sit down meal I have cooked in days, besides breakfast. Let's hear it for George Washington Carver and peanut butter.
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