This year has been pretty bleak in the goat department with only one baby being born. Now that we’ve reached December and most of the herd is pregnant with Elvis’s love children, well, it’s time to rearrange living quarters to accommodate the newbies and their overprotective mamas.
The first set out of the gate were these two, a boy and a girl. One of the triplets, Jolina, the tailless, moseyed on over to investigate and got trapped in the barrica (barrel) for a few hours when mama goat wouldn’t let her close to her new babies. If you remember, Jolina lost her tail when she got overly curious about Red right after he was born. Cookie just bit it off. Apparently, Jolina hasn’t learned her lesson. Oh Jolina! When will you learn?
Mama goat’s young daughter also gave birth just minutes after. She only had one girl and my husband, Papa Chivo, was disappointed. But seeing how this is her first birth, a healthy and happy girl kid is ok in my book.
Because overcrowding is an issue, even before Terry came to live with us, the stalls had to be repurposed to lodge the new little ones. So right now, all mamas and babies are in Lady’s stall and Lady is housed in the patio with Fred and George Puppers. Since Terry and George still haven’t made peace, Terry is in the backyard.
But what about Buster Rabbit? Unfortunately, a few days before Terry came to us, someone left the ajibe door open and Buster Rabbit fell in the well. Isn’t there a fable about a rabbit and a well? Sadly, there was no happy ending for Buster in this case. So Terry took over the backyard.
Several of the other goats are so heavily laden with progeny they can hardly walk. My husband is predicting triplets, but I say just twins will be quite enough.
Surviving Mexico 