A long cold, snowy winter
has finally given way to spring – at least according to the calendar.
Patches of bare ground are appearing
and the girls have been enjoying romps on an ice-free driveway.
But there is still a ton of snow on the north side of the barn
just waiting to melt and seep into the goat pens.
The first official day of spring began with a winter weather advisory and periodic snow and sleet. The temperature is predicted to dip down to 7 Friday night
which is toastier than the minus 22 on Feb 13 (-32 wind chill), but not particularly welcoming to newborn goat kids – if they ever arrive.
Cheeky was due to deliver on March 17th
(Barb’s birthday)
but has been stubbornly refusing yet to release the hostages.
Barb traipses out to the barn every few hours day and night, but still no action.
On March 14 we enjoyed a fun get-together with McKenzie and Ezra in Taylors Falls at the Goat Saloon –
a last bit of socializing before COVID-19 closed the bars and restaurants and we were all urged to stay home.
We’re in fairly good shape so far because we’ve been “social distancing” ever since moving to the farm,
and blessed with generous friends who have volunteered to deliver anything we geezers in the vulnerable cohort might need.
We’re already well supplied with hand sanitizer:
We’ll be even better off when Cheeky finally has her kids.
She’s rejected the last few batches, so we might well have goat babies in our bathtub again for a while as they receive bottle feedings every few hours.
Unconcerned about any impending Apocalypse, Momma Kitty happily nabs mice now that the snow pack is receding, though she still turns up at the front door first thing each morning for her can of 9-Lives.
Dustin amuses himself by hogging chairs
and blocking the computer monitor.
He loves watching Jim Brandenberg’s daily nature video
and bats at wolves as they lope across the screen.
He also listens to breaking news on NPR, including a report on that pressing question:
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