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Archive for May 2008

Away in a Manger

May
31

Babies are coming, babies are coming!!!! Several weeks ago, we made a trip to a goat farm where we’ll be getting at least two, possibly three, doelings to start our own little herd of Nigerian dwarf dairy goats. They have a number of expecting does, and babies have begun to arrive! Of the first two born, one baby is a doeling–a female, and the other is a buckling–a male. So now I’m planning another trip to the goat farm next week to see the babies–maybe by then there will be more births. I might even be able to pick out the ones that will be ours!



(Photo of the newborns courtesy Missy Prescott at Destiny Groves Farm.)


Could they be cuter? I can hardly wait till baby goats are frolicking on our farm!

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Chowing Down on the Pie Porch

May
31


15 and 17 in the rocking chairs, Princess and a friend on the porch swing.

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