It is unseasonably warm. Daytime temps go from 50 to 70. We've had no rain in over a month. Well, unless you count 1/100th of an inch in some places in our region.
I always get edgy when we are in a drought.
Each morning, I stand outside the big barn as the goats go up the hill in single file. I'm rudely oggling udders, watching for signs of impending kidding. Our guard llama, Zorio, apes me. He also stands and inspects the troops. Then, he follows up the hill, going around to an open gate, as he can't get under the fence opening the herd uses. He meets up with them and stays with them all day, watching for danger.
Last week, I handled a newborn heifer calf, marveling at nature's perfection. How is it that complicated biological systems come in cute little packages? She is tiny, but nursing vigorously, and will likely be a little hulk in a month.
Gracie is in the neighboring pasture, obviously wanting to join the rest of the cows. She's doing great, but I want her to enjoy the priviledge of grain and hay just for her. Once she is again in her herd, she'll have to fend for herself.