I spent some of today leaning over in the goatyard checking out who had a swollen udder and who didnt. I counted Pi, Racecar, Miss Kitty, and McGoats as probable moms around the end of December. We’ll have new baby goats before we know it. Little Pygmy goats running around, not even 12 inches tall, will be crying their little heads off, sticking close to their mothers.
REWARDS! When you see those little guys, those are the days that you are filled with the hope that new life gives, and happy to be where you are, not fed up with yourself, hot, tired and leaning over looking upside down at goat udders.