Speak of the devil...

Shortly after bemoaning the lateness of the remaining kids this morning, I got into the car to go to my friend's studio for a glazing session. We've got a group wood firing coming up and today was slated for glaze and wad prep.

Not a couple hours later my fella calls me at her studio to tell me the bubble had appeared. He was just leaving to go out of town and checked "just once more". Thank goodness.

Hedda did well. Out came Able, ready and rarin' to go, eager to eat with not so much as a curly toe, perhaps a partial product of plenty of room in the womb...no sibs. So we're done for the year. The fella is probably the happiest as he's been pulling goat duty at night out in the shelters. Soon we can all get some decent sleep...until the wood firing, that is.

Long Kidding Month

The month began with Ruffles giving birth to two does, Amos & Andy. She did it on the sly when we weren't looking so we missed the event completely. She did the deed unassisted and seemed to have no troubles.

Since then, Ruffles has been ill. She rejected one of the babies and stopped eating with gusto. We've been nursing her babies by bottle primarily and hope she turns around soon.

In the meantime, Sparky gave birth to two babies, a doeling named Alice and a buckling named Alarm. They are nursing from mother and coming along nicely.

Ruffles was a day late and Sparky was five days late. Now we are day four into Hedda being overdue. A late year to say the least. Hedda is bagged up and looking very pregnant and uncomfortable. Shouldn't be long now.

On the garden front we've got a few things up in this early Spring and the field is plowed. My fella bought a new tool for the tractor to get the job done and though I had my doubts as to its effective use I must say: Fantastic! It saved us lots of back work and time and did a good job doing what we wanted as well as we hoped.