Hugs

Today was one of those days that started off not so great. I slept through my alarm, raced to work (made it on time) and had to run a bunch of errands. I came home and was exhausted. I wanted to take a nap, but Hubby kept reminding me we needed to work on the chicken coop. On one of his attempts to get me out of bed (where I had collapsed before changing into farm clothes) he said there was an extra goat in the pen. I thought he was just trying to get me up. Then I realized he was serious. There was an extra goat in our pen. Extra goat. In. Our. Pen. Kisses, the goat we thought maybe, might possibly, not quite sure, perhaps might be pregnant, apparently was for sure and for certain, pregnant. Without our knowledge or help, she delivered a healthy little buckling. We are assuming he is healthy as he is walking around, she cleaned him up, and he figured out where to get milk. She has milk! Can this day get any better? Talk about a 180. My day went from just another blah day to a date which will be recorded in my farm records book (aka my daily planner). Since Hubby and I were illprepared for this birth, once we were assured Kisses and Hugs were fine, we raced to Tractor Supply to get the needed supplies. So far we dont have to worry about bottle feeding, as Mama seems to let him eat. We took some chain link panels and sectioned off an area just for Hugs and Kisses. Jumpy and Jackie can see them, but not bother them. If it wasnt dark outside I would be out there watching the new little one. For now I can look at the pictures, order more supplies from Hoeggers and research what else needs to be done.
We have the horrible task of disbudding to conquer, which I am really dreading. I wont think about it though, until I need to. For now I am super excited (can you tell?). Tomorrow we are picking up some turkey poults to raise for Thanksgiving. Tomorrow I will have my camera attached to my hip!