Besides, worrying about how she is carrying her tail, and worrying about her hopping on and off the milkstand for grain (she won't be starting this evening), and worrying whether she is eating enough (or too much) and everything else, gives us something to do while we wait for the day the kids arrive. Of course, kids being born here is nothing new, but every year, we just can't help ourselves.
We worry, and we stare at goat butts and udders.
And of course there are pics of the expectant whale...er...goat.
The ever widening, Belly Bean.
Oat Bucket Farm Website