Missing the kids
I mentioned, the other day, that I was working to construct a photo gallery of images at Smugmug.com. I am happy to report that, although the process is a slow one, I’ve made good progress. As I browsed my files today, trying to make a number of impossible decisions, I came across this image, taken in 2007. Although the current level of activity here at the farm is more than sufficient to thoroughly discharge all available energies on any particular day, it doesn’t come close to what used to go on around here. Our current menagerie includes a flock of breeding sheep, layer hens, geese, horses, and a large number of dogs (some working, and some underemployed) and cats (some working, and some underemployed). When our daughters were very much involved with 4H this collection also included breeding groups of hogs, cattle, and dairy goats. Thinking about the history of the farm makes me wonder how in the world we did it all. The answer has much, I am sure, to do with being younger back then. With spring just around the corner it is again that time of the year that we anticipate lambing season (ours will commence sometime around the middle of the month). The thought of newborn lambs running around the place makes us both remember the many years we had goats here. If you’ve ever been fortunate to experience the delight of a newborn lamb and not experienced a newborn goat kid (or neither, for that matter) I’d like to report that the lamb pales in comparison to the kid. Little goats are simply adorable, not only physically (for who can resist those uppy ears and bright eyes) but in character as well. Goats are intelligent and do more than tend toward mischief … they are down right and unabashed trouble makers. But we miss them. Our first goats came with us when we moved here from Indiana. We milked Saanens, by hand, for more than a decade and welcomed the challenge of keeping them fenced, and safe from marauding dogs and coyotes. It is in the very bright light of this history that we anticipate lambing season. We are not sanguine about the current absence of goats here. But life goes on and routines change. Thankfully, however, we remember our goats with pride, fond memories, and lots of nice pictures.