Winter came precisely on cue this year. On Solstice, the 21st of December, the air turned bitterly cold. The wind blew all remaining leaves off the trees and there were snow flurries all day long. Thankfully, no snow stayed on the ground. The wind continued through the night. I heard a loud bang at about 3 a.m. and will look around to figure out what got blown around at morning’s light.
The clouds hang low and ominous. They look heavy and thick. We are pressed upon by the charcoal sky.
So, now I will check the goats to see if my theory about kidding holds. They seem to wait for uncomfortably cold weather to start dropping kids. There may be a practical reason. Maybe bad germs aren’t as likely to cause problems. Who knows? Maybe it is just to force the goatkeeper to suffer from painfully frozen fingers – but I doubt it.
At any rate, it won’t be long now.