So I have to tell you something.
Most people might not believe me…but it’s true.
Here it is:
Nature (specifically in this case, a goat) does not care about global pandemics. Turns out a great many things have just kept trucking along, in spite of our dying economy, flagging educational system, and abject lack of professional hair care options. One of those things is baby goaties getting ready to be born.
Sunday, April 5th we met this sweet boy…
The day he was born it was cold and wet and his mother had absolutely no idea what just happened to her. She also could not really understand why this absurd little thing wanted to suck on her and snuggle her. We stepped in a bit, and took over snuggling duties.
After a few days of holding his mother by her horns so he could nurse, she finally accepted that she is a mother and that little fluff was her baby. She’s been a great mother ever since.
Not that we have relinquished snuggling duties in the least.
Names are very important around here. The story of his first name goes like this: Corra wanted Peanut Butter, Naomi wanted Banana. Well PBB (Peanut Butter Banana) is hard to say so we said, “What about Pip as a compromise?” It fit with the literary thing we had going for our male goats (More Lord of the Rings and less Great Expectations). A week later we completely changed and went with Nelson, in honor of the fact that he was born on Conference weekend when we got to hear the President of our church speak. His last name is Nelson.
A few weeks later, after wondering everyday how it was possible for one goat to get soooooo wide, our other doe gave birth to this little bean…April 23, our anniversary.
He was a triplet, but his two other brothers were still-born. Smaller than Nelson, Dean is nevertheless making up for lost time. Dean doesn’t have as fun a naming story, but it is from Harry Potter, in case you were wondering.
Kiwi, his mother, was amazing from the get-go and she is looking much more comfortable now that she is half as wide.
The baby boys are growing but not so fast that they aren’t cuddle-able. My sisters were understandably smitten.
Now that Dean is over a week old and doing really well, we put them in the big goat run with the rest of the herd. Kiwi is very excited about all the green to nibble on and Dean is having fun with new space to romp through. And baby goat romping is one of my favorite things ever.
Bonus Round! We had two beautiful litters of bunnies born a week ago today. Eleven kits total. This little one is giving a virtual high-four to you. I <3 babies.