Mommies and babies…. It just doesn’t get any better than that.
By the way, yesterday Dr. Pepper got out again. I still haven’t figured out how he’s doing that. This time he got out on the back side of the goat yard. Wooded hillside. It was far, far around the back and up one side and around the chicken house or far, far the other way around the garden to make it back to one of the gates or to where I could get him. Easily, that is. And he didn’t seem to know how to get there himself. He was crying frantically, wanting back in. I had just put all my jeans in the washing machine. All two pairs of them. So there I am, clambering around the back side of the garden to the back side of the goat yard, to the wooded hillside, with no pants on. I couldn’t figure out how to drag/carry Dr. Pepper all the back around so I just held him over the fence as far as I could and let him jump down.
Then he and Nutmeg took a nap and I probably have poison ivy.
It was worth it.