Since the last kid post, we’ve had four new little goats born. Count ’em, four.
Which means seven in all. Oh yeah, you read that right. Seven bouncing bundles of goaty joy.
Have I ever mentioned how much I love baby goats? I mean, can you get any cuter than this?
Or how ’bout this?
No, you can’t.
Before I go outside and clean stalls (the only bad part about kidding season), let me introduce you to the new guys.
and, the baby of the bunch, Lily.
Of course with baby goats comes lots of bouncing. . . . .
Butting (both other goats and inanimate objects like stall gates). . . .
Inspecting things. . . .
And playing on anything they can find. . . .
But the best part of baby goats. . . .