Goatrude delivered a little chocolate-colored goatbaby this morning. She is taking good care of him--our third goatboy out of three births. Farmer H is boasting about it and asking the #1 son to put it on Facebook. I told him he acts like it's HIS baby. Farmer H declared, "Well, they are our KIDS, you know!" OK. For Farmer H, that was a major joke.
Goatboy has the floppy ears of his Nubian mama, and a little pug nose that we don't know who to blame for. Goatrude does not have the characteristic Roman nose of a full Nubian. The papa was just a mutt of a goat, a little bitty ol' thang that Farmer H sold back to the auction a few weeks ago. He's planning to band two of the three goatboy babies, and keep one for making some more babies.
Oh, for the days when Farmer H was all about building various structures around the Mansion grounds. Shacks don't eat as much as goats and chickens.
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I hope and pray that He Who will not start buying livestock now that he is not working. I heard his rifle a few minutes ago ..... he is still after the muskrat .....
Kathy,
Good luck with that. Today, Farmer H told me that he was going to sell five goats, and keep four. I'll believe it when it happens.
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