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So it is finally here.  The last son is graduating.  The nest is emptying….

I pride myself on being this tough old broad that is hard and realistic or at least I think I thought I was.  Then this happens.

Don’t get me wrong it was hard when the last two completed school and moved on to their futures.  But this is the last one, there will be no one to wake up 47 times to ensure timeliness, there will be no more dirty dishes or socks in the mostly unlikely of places. No more permission slips to sign in my last minute dash to work. No more lunch money.

I have been a bag of emotions today.  I felt like I have been fired from a start up business that I had birthed and grown into a fantastic, thriving successful thing.  I felt unemployed, my job is no longer necessary.  I will be kept on as an adviser but I am not  in charge of it.  I had contemplated selling the goats because why not.  I was rethinking every life decision I have made.

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Youngest and his girl

 

As I was explaining  the jangle of shit that was going through my heart and head to my husband, the goat guy shows up.  “Hey, I have a proposition for you….”

I have two new goat kids coming Tuesday.  They are bottle babies.  They will need nurturing and I won’t have to wake them or find their socks but something wants me to keep doing what I am doing, so I will.  Even if it is with tears in my eyes.

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Spring is…springing.

One really cannot say that it has sprung as of yet.  We are still running the wood stove as the nights are down into the 20’s and wind is raw and damp.  We will not be running it much longer weather or not…we are down to the last few sticks left in the woodshed.

Rhubarb is up, strawberries are uncovered, raspberries are staked and the flower beds are all raked off.  The massive amount of dirt has been raked from the edges of the lawn.  Winter sand accumulates quickly with a winter like this year.  Thankfully we purchased an old Ford bucket tractor. It is perfect!

Oh, and we have babies.  The first set of twins were born Sunday morning.  I had just climbed into the shower after getting up every two hours to check on Lilly’s progress.  FH called me and said to get my butt out to the barn.  Sure enough, with no help needed Lilly birthed a buckling and doeling.  We will be keeping the doeling. She is the darker one.  Her name is Stellaluna.

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Monday vacation ended…

Olive was looking like she would go anytime.  Once again, the check ins began.  Around 10p.m. I fed the babies before bed.  Olive was ready to go.  10:30 still ready.  11 even more ready.  11:30 first baby, 12 second baby and 12:30 third baby and a huge one at that.  By the time they were all cleaned up and in the house (the barn was too cold) it was 2 a.m.  I was up at 4 for chores.

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The little one “whispering” in her brother’s ear is the other doeling we are keeping. Her name is Pippi Longstocking.

Ahh, spring…may the peepers lull me to sleep until the 7th when Fern is due.

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Three, two, one….

The countdown started a week ago  Saturday morning.  Over the monitor came the most horrendous sound one could imagine.  Fly out of bed, throw on clothes, grab a flashlight, run to the barn and there is a little slimy white kid slipping out of Junie B. Jones.  She was followed by a smaller brother and then a larger brother.  Triplets!  Butting Heads first birthing.  All went well.  Dot, Little Bill and Bob were brought inside to be bottle babies.

The kids are a hoot to watch run around.  Feeding them is no big deal.  Getting up once during the night is not terrible.  Sunday evening, 7:45 another horrendous scream.  Fern gives birth to a set of twins.  Bea and Lou, a couple of good sized kids.  Five kids all being bottle fed by me during non working hours.  FH takes care of the feedings during the day.  Seasonal work has allowed him to be the Goat Nanny.  Not a title he  finds humorous whatsoever.

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Dot, Little Bill, Bob, Lou and Bea

Wednesday I get a call at work.  Not a horrendous scream but it looks like Amelia Bedelia is ready to go.  I sped home, well after the bus pulled over to let me pass and Officer Staples was out of sight.

We are new to this birthing thing.  But something did not seem right and sure enough we could see a fluff of fur instead of nose.  Shit, we were not planning on this.  But at least we had a full kidding kit and all the stuff we needed.  Not the goat knowledge/experience/whatever we needed.  FH worked on a farm for 14 years.  But these are Nigerian Dwarf goats not Holstein cows.  The opening does not seem large enough for his hand, but I had gone in and was lost.  I can admit that.  It is disappointing to me, as the self proclaimed farmer, but I was stressed/scared and lost as to what was what.  FH goes in.  First kid is moved into position and was a stillborn.  Second kid is only presenting with a hoof.  His head is pushed way down and can not make its way out.  FH assists again.  This guy was born breathing.  Next one was not.

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Stan the last kid was weak but he is up and about and doing surprisingly well.  Amelia is of course sore. But doing well.   When FH gave her her molasses and water cocktail, she was all like, “Seriously, you stick your hand in there and THEN you buy me a drink”……boat and goat 026

Stan, 4 hours old.

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