Born during a winter storm, Hazel and Bonnie are yet two more examples of how incredibly beautiful and ridiculous and challenging and wonderful life on the farm can be.
It's hard to convey via photograph just how tiny these baby goats are. I think they're the smallest ever born on this farm (which makes sense, considering Polly's stature that once made me wonder if she was part Pygmy goat). Their only competition would be Herc when he was first born, but even he might have been bigger. So here's my *new* size 9 Muck boot next to Hazel. Her nose is the size of my thumb nail. I cannot stop kissing her and Bonnie.
In a few minutes, I will be trekking through the snow to the barn to check on the two of them. I may take them into my vehicle to let them spend some time in the heat because they are so little. They love that. They fall into the coziest sleep whenever I do so. It is 30 degrees Fahrenheit right now - warmer than the temperature when they were born. But I can't stop thinking about them. That's always the way it is when I have new members on the farm. The last thought when I go to sleep and the first thought when I awake - "Are they ok? I have new animals!!" And when I go to check on them, I stand gazing at them for way longer than I planned, just observing and wondering and analyzing. And giggling.
It's such a strange and wonderful mixture of stress and bliss.
New vlogs coming soon if you like that sort of thing. I was lucky enough to capture the exact moment that I saw the babies, completely blindsided, since I didn't know Polly was in labor.
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