I'm horrible. I didn't write a single blog for the month of April. I could lie and tell you April was boring month with nothing to blog about. That I was able to catch up on daytime TV, that the ranch ran on schedule with nothing to report. I could tell you that we didn't have any babies born and that the chickens regularly popped out eggs.
About six months ago Randy Ram the handsome Mini Cheviot Sheep broke into the group of sheep that Boss Lady uses train dogs. Handsome Randy stayed in the pasture with the working group for four or five days without being noticed. I don't know how he did this. I think he may have been using a secret knock and a creaky stairway to get in with the girls each night and then would return to his house on the hill by morning light. However he slipped under the radar is a mystery. Okay that's a lie too. We saw him repeatedly pounding his hard head against what he thought was a weak point in the fence. After several days of the human kind shrugging off his migraine induced behavior, the ovine made a breakthrough. The result of Randy's persistence came five months later in the form of 11 mixed breed lambs all with Randy's head. So I've spend the last month feeding bummer lambs. About a month before his progeny showed up we sold Randy and his harem to a couple in Rocky Ford. I do miss him but now I have a whole mess of little Randys to gawk at.
Gerri's kiddo Taylor came and snuggled a few of the bummers one afternoon.
Both kids are cleaned and nursing and poor Cindy's crate is a mess. Tara Dog continues to scream so I scoot her out the door and then do some screaming of my own in an attempt to get Shelly out of bed to help me. I have no idea when she popped those babies out. My guess is it happened in the 20-30 minutes of vocal outbursts before I went to bed. When I left her she showed no signs of labor and her vocalizations weren't of the urgent nature. Knowing Cindy it happened after midnight and rather than wake a human who may coo at her and love and pet her during delivery, she chose to do it silently during the night with only the dogs looking on. Maybe she's a Scientology goat as I know they like to have their babies in silence. Maybe aliens abducted me sometime in the night. Whatever happened, we have two healthy baby girls and very good mama tending to them. Neighbor Susanne put her name on a doeling months ago. We opted to give her the darker one as we already have two dark colored Nigerians. So based on color alone we chose to keep the lighter colored one. Shallow I know. Susanne has named her new kid, Patchouli and after much family discussion we named our new addition, Betty. My grandmother was Betty Jean, the youngest of 11 and called Babe by her siblings. Somewhere in the middle of tossing names around an image of her baking cookies flashed in my mind, so Betty was chosen. Mama and babies continue to do fine. Jolene has decided that Patchouli had a unique hair-do for a goat.
Here's to happiness! Cheers!