...the immortal words of Yogi Berra.
Yes, folks, just when I "graduated" the last class from the maternity barn and we started getting back to normal (whatever that is) I found a little orphan screaming her lungs out. No tag. This was two days ago.
Was someone playing a joke by dropping off goat babies in our barn? No. I found her mother that evening. She'd had the baby and gone off to graze for the day. They are now in the maternity barn and yard.
Today -- you guessed it! Baby boy. Baby #111. This defies my understanding of gestation since the buck wasn't here longer than a month. Are there more to come? Stay tuned to this channel for the answer to that and other perplexing questions.
Happy Mother's Day!