ERMAGERD! A GOAT!

We have some big, strange news.

Jason called me yesterday on his way to work:

"Hey, hon.  Guess what I found in the goat pen this morning."

Gulp.  I hate this game.  It usually means that something is dead or has been dismembered by Big Dolly.  Something cute and furry.

"Did it used to be a squirrel?"

"Noooo... it was alive."

"Was it a bunny?"

"Nope."

"A dog?"

"Uh-uh."

"Well then, what?!"

"A baby goat."

"......???"  (Yes, I said that.)

During the chilly, fog-laden hours of early Monday morning, our doe Hebron Farms Tender Mercy quietly unburdened herself of the single kid she's been quietly carrying since this summer.  A delicate, shy little creature was born out there in the post-thunderstorm muck of the Sassafras Farms field, unexpectedly welcomed into this world by a small herd of surprised pygmy goats and, eventually, one very surprised pygmy goat farmer.   

It just goes to show us that in the midst of all our running, planning, painting, flooring, rearranging, stressing, and binge eating during this time of preparation for our little girl, nature was working things out marvellously in its own quiet way to bring about perfect new life, regardless of our claim of control regarding its arrival.

Welcome to the world, Mini-Goat!

 

This is the momma....

 

 

....and this is the face we made when we found out she'd been pregnant.