We have a baby around here! A literal kid…Apricot, our baby goat.
I am driven to distraction by him. I wonder why it takes me two hours to cook dinner, why I can’t get extra chores done, and why we are so off-schedule (not that we ever were on, but we always try). Well, yeah, dinner doesn’t get done quickly when I’m spending hours staring out the window at the goat pen, hoping to see a small bit of white romping around so that I know the little bundle is okay. And chores don’t get done when I tell myself I’ll “just go feed the mama an apple quickly. She probably needs it.” An hour or two later, I’m still sitting on a log, petting Apricot’s head, gazing at his beautifully created blue eyes, or twirling his mama’s mohair locks around my fingers.
I just can’t get enough of those two goats!
Three days later, I still can’t believe the miracle of the baby, who was born unexpectedly on the same day we lost our other precious goat, Mary, to an unknown illness. The baby is such a gift, just as his mama, April, and her companion, Mary, were last October when they were offered to me by a complete stranger whom I met when I went to pick up something she had posted on a local recycling e-list. By my reaction to her beautiful Angora goats, she could “just tell” I’d make a great home for the goats that she could no longer keep.
I’m grateful for an easy-going and tolerant husband who can’t resist my own blue eyes. That’s just downright useful sometimes, so I used my female charms that day to get a goat pen built by him for the goats I’d always dreamt of having.
Most of all, I’m grateful for God who now and then gives me the desires of my heart.
For weeks, I’ve been trying to get up earlier in the mornings, wanting to start my days ahead of the children. I think I’ve even blogged about this struggle. If you are having the same trouble, I have a bit of advice for you: just get yourself a wee little billy goat, and you’ll be out of bed right at dawn, checking to see if he made it through the night just fine. It’s a pretty simple solution, really.
Lori Seaborg
I understand what you mean. When our does gave birth it was like they world was new.Buttins babies are now 7 months old. Butters babies both are with the Lord. I enjoy our goats so much , I love to milk butter she give me sooo many kisses ( I tease my hubby that butter kisses me more than him!). I enjoy to sit out and watch the animals go by, I will read in a chair and butter is allways by me kissing me , or chasing away the other animals even the 500 lb sow!!
Goats are great enjoy them and they will enjoy you.
mj
Oh what a heartwarming entry. You know when they say a picture says a thousand words, well yours sure does. Great entry, and wonderful picture.
Lori my dear, I can completely relate. However, my wee little one is naughty as can be and is being bottle fed, while living luxuriously in the house. He relishishes sleeping on the couch, snuggled next to daddy, watching the history channel.
If you go to my blog and look at the entry from a couple days ago, you will see why I am two hours late with getting supper ready!
Lori, What a beautiful story- Im so happy the Lord gave you Apricot on a day you so needed him- Your Mary is jumping and playing Across Rainbows Bridge with so many beloved goaties. I believe her spirit will live in Apricot, even though he isnt hers. God Bless you and give Apricot a hug for me!
goatlady
http://getyergoat-goatgifts.blogspot.com/
Were in agreement…kids are delightful, as are lambs as are foals, as are kittens, as are puppies, as are…. g.
Are you a spinner? Those fleeces look lovely…
Gods blessings on you, yours and the work of your hands,
Sandra
I see that you write mainly on homeschool blogger. Do you no longer write here? Love your goats–arent they such fun?
God Bless,
Shari