Being that it is early Spring, there were babies EVERYWHERE! Teeny tiny little newborn sheep (ack, so cute!!), goats, cows & chicks. And most of them are pastured together. There are chickens everywhere, scratching under the feet of the cows & goats, wandering in & out of buildings, and lurking under every single piece of farm equipment. When we discovered a dead newborn goat, the farmer asked us to please give it space because it's mama was mourning right nearby & didn't like us near her baby. The poor mama bleated & bleated. The farmer, Chrissie, said she'd probably keep mourning for a few hours, then wander off with her other baby & then she'd bury the body. She said she likes to let the mamas go through their mourning process. Now that is not something that would ever be allowed at the factory farms! This place was so sunny & clean & spacious- an ideal place to purchase your meats.
I hadn't planned to post this picture 1st, but I'm still getting the hang of this Blog thing & can't figure out how to get this pic into it's correct chronological place. Here's me breastfeeding on a pile of hay (yee haw!). Just when my friend snapped the picture, the baby goat started sucking on my thumb. I think it knew I was lactating. Heh heh.
I'm always impressed by how easily Son2 approaches animals. He loves them & seems to have no fear at all yet. He gave the baby cow lots of love:
And didn't mind a bit when this goat accidentally knocked him over while he was petting it (this goat was sooo funny. It kept climbing up on our van [shh, don't tell my husband]. Then as we were driving away from it ever so slowly so as to not run over any chickens, it stared at us, tried to get to us but was tied up, and YELLED at us. It was far more than a regular bleat, it was yelling "BLAAAAYYYYYYY!!!" soooo loudly at us. Me & Son1 were cracking up with laughter.):
Eggs in their natural state:
All our kids got to bottle feed the baby goats. Ack, sooo cute!!!
Son2 loved the bottle feeding & threw temper tantrums when I'd force him to allow another child to have a turn.
It was so funny how the goats piled on Son2! They loooved him!
"Help, goat babies! Goat babies are everywhere!!"
Son1 & Son2, such goat feeding masters. It's funny, when Chrissie handed Son2 a bottle of milk, my first thought was, "Eww, he's totally going to try to drink that weird goat formula from that goat slobber encrusted baby bottle!" But the thought never seemed to cross his mind &duh , why would it as he's only ever breast fed!
Why, would you just LOOK at that fantastic wedding & engagement ring set? Er, I mean, that goat! hahahardyhar.
SOMEDAY, I will have a view like this from my front yard:
And a view like this from my back yard:
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