Baby Photo Bonanza!

I took lots of photos of the baby goats this morning and even snuck in a couple of our fat baby sheep, Lambikins. Cami seems to think we should name the lamb “Gretel”. Trevor thinks she needs a real name. But “Lambikins” is kind of growing on me. 

As for the goat kids, I think we will be selling everyone except for one buckling. There aren’t too many people around here that are willing to stud out Nigerian Dwarf bucks (or perhaps there simply are not many). Most people in this county have Boer meat-breed goats, not dairy goats. The down side of needing to breed Nigerians is that they are so small. You can’t just breed them to anyone– you need a buck that is the same size breed or smaller.

So I will plan to keep back a buckling to breed to everyone, even Heidrun… for Mini-Toggs? Dwarf Toggs? Toggendwarfs?

   

                 

Bridgit Had Triplets!

Sunday afternoon Bridgit kidded triplets! I knew there had to be more an just twins in there, she was a blimp. I was able to witness my first goat birth as well. It was creepy, but awesome! Basically, there is a lot of gross, slimy stuff you don’t want to know about, then this big blob comes out. Once Bridgit started licking the blob, it moved! All of the sudden it started looking more like a goat kid and less like a blob. Almost as if definition came to its face  and legs and body as I watched it. Like I said, creepy, but awesome.

Now we’re just waiting for Luna to kid hers.

   

Tan buck.

  

Tan and white, Buck.

  

Black and white, doe.

 

Buildin’ a Cob Oven

Today we are working on our new cob oven. Most of it will be the same as our last cob oven design, as far as the size. This time, however, we are building it from natural clay, instead of man-made “fire clay”, and we are building the base structure larger so we can fit plates or a cutting board on it without needing an additional table. Our base is constructed of old bricks that used to make a path leading to the side door on the house. When we first moved in a year ago, we moved most of the bricks to form a new path leading to the front door; a much more natural looking pathway.

All we need to do now is: fill in the base with fire-proof material, top it all off with a layer of brick to form the top of the “box” base, then construct a form out of sand, layer on the cob (clay and chopped straw mix), let it dry, scoop out the sand, and call it done. Easy peasy.

I’m thinking of using some of my scrap tile to make a design on the cob oven.

   

 

Kids Are A Comin’

Not only is my brother and his wife expecting their first baby this week, my two Nigerian Dwarf goats are due on Friday. No worries Jordan, Bridgit is much bigger in the baby belly than you. You look great for nine months (plus one week) pregnant. ;) I can’t wait to meet my first and only nephew! You both are going to do great and come out the other side healthy, happy, and relieved. And my brother swears he is going to actually call me when his son is born… I won’t have to hear big news from our mother on the phone for a change. (Hint, hint, Nathan.)

My goat news isn’t nearly as impressive, and would certainly never overshadow the birth of family, but the goats are also on my baby-watch list. 

   

  

 I had thought Luna was huge until Bridgit ballooned up this week. If she has anything less than twins, or dare I say– triplets, I will be extremely surprised. She is huge! The photos just don’t do her gigantic belly justice. Bridgit is literally wider than she is tall. She is making Luna look merely “chubby”.

In non-baby news, we planted some new fruit trees on the property. Trevor’s parents bought us a Fuji Apple tree when they visited a couple weeks ago; thank you again. Last week I was paid for a kids art camp I directed over spring break and decided to buy some gopher wire (super important!) to go with an Anjou pear and Gravestein apple tree. The Gravestein looked a little shabby when I bought it, but it was the only one and I had to plant my dad’s favorite childhood apple on our farm. 

So this week we planted three trees and are on baby-watch for three kids. Who says life doesn’t work in three’s?

  

FINALLY!

We are FINALLY getting some eggs! It only took two flocks and seven months…

 

It never fails to amaze me that when one thing starts going right, it changes paths. Our new flock of six mutt-chickens (one rooster and five hens) started laying eggs a couple days ago. These beautiful, light, green and blue eggs!  Finally we have some real farm eggs in the fridge and don’t have to pay nearly $5 for a dozen, flavorless eggs at the market. Eggs lined up on the refrigerator shelf make me feel as if we are actually producing things on this micro farm again. 

Then yesterday morning as I came around the corner of the house, with food in hand, I spot not one, but TWO roosters standing up on the coop door, crowing their little guts out. Ugh. I have no need for two roosters, so the younger of the two will have to relocate to the stew pot. 

I went to sleep with five hens and woke up to four. Thank you universe.