Population explosion!
“Yep, Gretchen’s in labour. Bum down, facing uphill. She’s about to pop.” I follow June’s gaze. There’s Gretchen straining away on a hilly slope, the goat shed as liquorice allsort backdrop. We’re looking across...
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That time of year …
That time of year. Mid-autumn – the does in season, the buck’s in sync. The obvious sign from him, a considerably enlarged scrotal sac; down there looking good for the production of plenty of...
Dead Thirsty: Pt. 2
Last week I told you that we were away for a couple of days and came home to find a dead thirsty Delores marooned with her week-old kids in a paddock that didn’t have...
Milking Season
June milking Delores’ ‘Toggenburg side’ this morning. (18th October, 2021.) Every season is milking season. That’s why we purchased a British Alpine billy goat last year – a breed that can be relied on...
A post about posts – not
Graham R. Cooper “Don’t Fence Me In” * I was going to write something to herald the start of our summer. We still have four seasons here (well, sort of), despite the vagaries of...
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