Each of my goats has something about them that makes them my favorite, but Snickers is special. She's the family favorite. This is the goat that got on the boys' school bus last year, sat down in the front seat, and looked at the driver like, "Well, come on. What are you waiting for?" This is the goat that got herself stuck in a tree. If there is a humorous goat tale to share, odds are pretty good Snickers is involved.
I've been looking forward to kidding season since I first got goats - that incredible time of year when it would be my goats having babies. We had one baby last fall (an oops - we hadn't meant to breed her yet but she and Fernando were very determined young lovers), and he's already moved on to his new farm. So my countdown to kidding season has been somewhat reminiscent of a kid counting down to her birthday.
And yesterday, it finally arrived. Happily, it was Snickers to usher in my very first kidding season with beautiful twins. The oldest was a buckling who looks a whole lot like the first buckling born on the place. (Which is good, because I cried for days when I sold him.) The second baby was a gorgeous blue-eyed doeling. She's so beautiful she's already sparked a debate. A friend really wants to buy her; my sons really want to keep her. She technically belongs to my oldest son, so we'll see if the businessman or the softy in him wins out. I'm hoping that by the time our short little kidding season is over, there will be plenty of healthy babies for everyone to love.
Rolling hills that had been vibrant green just weeks ago were now muted in tone, as if they were taking a deep breath before bursting into the song of fall.