Long Time No Blog

Time flies when you're having fun I guess...yeah right! Time flies when there isn't enough of it.

So much has happened since my last posting that I don't know where to start. We added a beautiful (but bashful) doe named Vegas. (aptly named as I bought her with my 5:30 a.m. Vegas winnings). Another addition this past fall was our resident stud muffin complete with waddles.... from Welcome Back Kotter....Vinnie Barbarino. Of course these pic's are completely outdated.

It just now hits me as I look for the pic's of these two that both both their names start with a "V". Whoa....(to me anyway... who didn't plan that one ;-) Some will understand my fascination with repeated numbers and karma-like things of late, and some will be finally convinced I've truly fallen off my rocker. What e-v-e-r.

I hadn't even fully finished getting the food processed and put up, the garden to bed for the season, or my first doe (of the three) put in the pen for breeding, when my 77 year old beloved Dad took seriously ill for about 6 weeks. He choose to pass at home and hopefully without pain and I promised him I would see to it. I dropped everything and everybody and moved in with him to help him in his (bittersweet in my mind) journey to the other side. I could write a book on the experience on SO many levels......but I'll spare you all those passions (as this is my GOAT blog ;-) and go on with the rest of the story. I also must add that during this time period my heart hound, my first Afghan (shameless brag....completely owner handled to her AKC Championship), a few months shy of her 15th birthday, said her goodbyes to us. I know that Dad and Kahlua have met up somewhere. I miss you two terribly every second of every day.

So while this is all going on the husband and daughter graciously take on all MY responsibilities on top of their own around the farm. I tried to micro-manage the best I could through the phone on a daily basis. Including pen breeding. I'm sure some of THOSE conversations to someone on my end at Dads, that wasn't familiar with my life on the farm, might have been slightly entertained or slightly confused.

"What do you mean you THINK you saw them do it Randy?"

"Well.... how LONG did you see them tied?" "Like a bunny?" "Quick?"

"What do you MEAN you don't know if they DID IT????

"Did you see anybody have a cig afterwards or what????"

"Keep an eye on them!"

I came home sometime in December to not knowing for sure and doubting if ANY of the three planned breeding's had taken place, along with the FATTEST small herd of Nigerian Dwarf goats I'd ever seen! I am positive that the goats were FED! No doubts there!! OMG Bless his heart.....

So now we hurry up and wait, making our daily 100 trips to the barn, with a baby monitor stuck to my ear the rest of the time. If the first one in the pen took (that would be Suzie-first freshener) she would be due anytime now. She looks like a butterball. I'm wagering ONE big kid. Cinderella definitely LOOKS like she's carrying a load and we should have a month before she kids. And then there is Hope....the kangaroo...sigh....need I say more???