I’m exhausted. Like the kind of tired that seeps into your bones. It’s perfectly reasonable given the things I’ve been up to lately, but I’ll spare you the details. Mostly it’s due to heavy labor to reclaim the farm from my own negligence. We do have a very pretty new planter which I’ll tell you about next week. For tonight I’m going to show you pictures of our newest baby goat. He was the only one this spring, and we are hoping for a whole gaggle of babies in the fall. The kids named him Picket from a book we love and we are thoroughly smitten with this blond boy.

We knew Kuwati (his mother) was due sometime in late February/early March, but it was still a surprise when I walked out and there he was. I was overjoyed to see that he’d already been licked clean. Kuwati was a terrible mother her first time round and mostly rejected her baby. As a result he was never very robust and didn’t survive our run-in with parasites last summer. Picket is already doing way better and is shaping up to be a super handsome buck like his dad.

He’s four weeks old today. His horns are really coming in and it’s been fun to do genetics lessons on dominant vs. recessive traits. In goats, horns are actually recessive. Random trivia for you today…You’re welcome.

He spends time out in the yard with his mom and aunts eating all the green stuff trying to take over our property. Naomi is the boss of putting him in his own pen at night with Corra assisting. If we separate him at night we can milk Kuwati first thing in the morning. She’s giving us about a quart a day so I’m happy to report I’m back in goat cheese and cajeta. Yay!

Bonus trivia: No one does disdain face like a goat.