The entire Crossley fam has been on goat watch for the last couple of weeks.
We’ve moved 4 mommas to the pole barn as they enter the final stages of goat pregnancy. You might be wondering what that means. Honestly, I’m not sure. But it involves too many pictures of goat butts being texted to you at random times of day. There are frequent mentions of “discharge,” “bags” and some occasional goat nipple checking. You guys, my life is way weirder now than I ever imagined.
When we see this stage coming, we typically bring the extremely pregnant mommas up to the pole barn for a glamorous baby-moon retreat. They get a little extra grain and attention while making it a bit easier for us to check in on them often.
Well, you guys – apparently we freaking missed one.
Yesterday, I heard some loud goat calls and told the farmer to check the girls in the barn. They were fine. All was fine. Chill even. Whatever, ladies.
But, this morning – there are 2 new kids in the Grove.
Excuse you, ma’am. This is not protocol.
Despite going completely against the grain – our girl delivered two adorable nannies with no trouble at all. They stayed warm through the night inside of the warming barrels Aaron added to the Goat Grove “just in case.” Both are eating perfectly and bouncing around with no coordination at all. It’s amazing.
One is a tiny brown babe with black smudges across her face and black – almost identical to mom. The other is a white honey with black spots around her neck and eyes. She looks like the teeniest tiniest cow and I couldn’t be more smitten.
This kickstarts what we expect is going to be a few nutty weeks of new arrivals. We’re excited for the genuinely ridiculous explosion of cute around here!