So my folks came to visit. Not really my entire family, just mom, Bubba (stepdad), Joey (brother), Memaw and Tootsie (grandparents). We went to the Tyler Trade Day and walked around, talked and caught up on news from home. We get back home and show them the farm, introduce them to the goats, and chit chat some more. They give us our Christmas gifts from the family. Yay, money, a gorgeous little glass ornament, a Hobby Lobby Card ($100, woohoo), some crocheted hats, a beanie baby horse, and the yarn I need to finish my afghan.
While we are fixing to leave to go eat,
chestnuthorse calls out to me that the goats are loose. I jog over, ask Joey to give the rabbit his water bottle, and just as I'm closing the gate, I notice Juliet, my last pregnant doe, has a foot and a half of thick goop hanging from her. Uh oh. I call out that the doe is about to kid, so my brother and hubby begin walking over. I look back, and I see a foot! I get in the pen, she stops, walks over and begins nibbling on grain. Just as the guys arrive, she starts pushing again. About 10 minutes later, including working free a large stuck head, she had a giant baby girl on the ground.
chestnuthorse was so proud of himself for helping her deilver the baby. I don't know what it is, but all these goats are having monster sized babies. This one is easily the largest we've had so far. We checked on her a few minutes ago and they are doing great.
I promise, no more goats until next spring, lol. Tomorrow involves saying good-bye to my parents and then playing cowboy, rounding up the rogue bull (we found the owner) and moving 16 rolls of hay since the tractor was fixed.