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Snoozing the day away.

I shared this on the farm/blog’s Facebook page, but it’s so cute that I decided to share it here as well. 


One thing we learned about Sammy very quickly after getting him (Over two years ago? Gosh, has it been that long?!?), is that he is a champion napper. Top of the league. All-pro. Should get a million dollar contract. . . . Not from me, of course. But he’s that good. 

To prove it, here’s his newest “trick”. Napping on command πŸ˜‰

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The First.


Is it?


Could it really be? 

The first of the kidding season? I think it is! Little Simon (yes, it’s a boy) was born bright and early yesterday morning. 

The First Kid

 Mom, Dara (aka Big Mama), had to thoroughly check out my camera before she would allow any photos to be taken of little guy. 


But once that was done, all was well. 



By the way, one guess who Simon’s father is.  .  .  . 




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Baby, it’s cold outside.

The Weather ChannelWTVY, and Siri all predict a low of 14 degrees for us on Monday. Weather Underground is just slightly more optimistic with a prediction of 15 degrees. It could be worse. I mean, it could be sixty below.

While, I’m usually the type of person that loves everything about winter, even thinking about temperatures in the teens has me ready to swear to never, ever complain about hot weather or Alabama summers again.

Who am I kidding, right?. . . Just as soon as the first summery day dawns, I’ll be at it again and wishing myself (and the animals) somewhere, anywhere cooler.

 No matter, we’re doing all we can to keep us and the animals warm and cozy. Some of the goats are even rocking clearance Christmas sweaters (I just love a good after Christmas bargain, don’t you?).

Fashionista Luna, by the way, is rocking a total eighties look. And totally loving it, too. In fact, I think she’d be in here rifling through my bathroom cabinet looking for the crimping iron. That is, if she had longer hair and could open the door. Good thing she can’t.
Meanwhile, wouldn’t you know our first kids of 2014 made their debut into the world today. Both are boys (One brown quieter little guy and one black and white little guy that is loud. And a talker. He must get that from me, right?), and both are tucked up snug in their beds in what has now been dubbed the maternity ward with mommy, Sadie No Name, right now. Let’s just hope that the first babies of the year being bucklings isn’t a sign that our almost-all-male curse is back in full force this year. But I bet it does. You want roosters? Trust me, I can hatch them out. Easy. Bucklings? Definitely. Hens? Doelings? Not likely. 
No matter, these guys are so adorable that I don’t mind. Much. 
Try to keep safe and warm everyone! As for me, I’m going out to check on the boys one more time before bed. 
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Spoiled Sammy.

I realized the other day that I haven’t posted about Sammy in a while. So, here’s an update on our spoiled boy πŸ™‚

Sammy moved out of the house last month and into the large goose pen (a bit of a misnomer as that pen also holds, along with a few geese, some of our smaller goats – like Milo, B.B., and Peter, as well as, new goat, Brownie – and the three gray Indian Runner ducks). And let me tell you, Sammy was not happy about his move at all! At least at first he wasn’t.

But it was a move that was necessary. We had bought one of those fold up playpens for Sammy to sleep in while he lived inside. He did really well in it the first several weeks, but fast forward over a month later and he discovered how to climb out of it. That was when he became my little alarm clock.

Sammy in his play pen.

Every morning I would awaken to the sound of little hooves running down the hallway. Not the worst sound to wake up especially if you’re like me and always wanted goats, but still not the most enjoyable either.

Anyways, every night, Sammy would go to bed like a little angel and sleep the whole night through in his playpen, then at the crack of dawn out he’d climb and decide to stage a one-goat race through the house.

Sammy on one of his romps down the hallway.

That’s when I said, “Sammy my boy, I think you’re ready to move outside.”

He, of course, said, “Outside? No, thank you! I’m a house goat, didn’t you know?”

So, to make it easier on our delusional Sammy, we let him make the transition slowly. At first, he spent an hour or two in the large goose pen and then he progressed until finally, he spent the night with them. I can’t remember exactly how many times we checked on him that night (I know I barely slept), but each time he was sound asleep curled up next to his new best friend, B.B.

B.B., who we call our deer goat.

Sammy is nothing if not a friendly and charismatic fella and he very quickly made friends with the others, too. In fact, I kinda think he enjoys being an outside goat, now. . . but he’d never admit it, of course πŸ˜‰

And now Sammy has a little competition in the cuteness category on our farm. Meet Leon, Lily Rose’s buckling:

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Here he is. . .

little Sammy.

Check out those blue eyes πŸ™‚

In My Mom, I mentioned that my mother’s birthday present had finally made it into the world a few weeks earlier. Well, today we finally picked up little Sammy, a Miniature Nubian buckling.

My mom has been wanting to add Nubians to our farm for so long, and when she discovered the miniaturized version of them, she fell in love (and I did, too. . . of course πŸ™‚ ).

Sammy enters our lives at the perfect time, and I’m sure Milo will love having a playmate close to his size (and one that’s similarly spoiled πŸ˜‰ ). But for now, until he’s a little older little Sammy is staying in with us. I’ve had such a good time today tending to a little baby goat again.

Sammy even helped me start a few more seeds.

After that, we walked around in the yard checking everything out.

And I’m very much looking forward to giving him his nighttime bottle.