Waiting

I'm starting to get tired of waiting for my new baby.

I'm due in 8 days (the human explained this thing called Leap Year to me, so I am due March first, not the second).

I'm certainly ready for him/her to get here.

Joe is tired of waiting on her babies.

Lily is ready for her kids, too.

You know, I'm going to be about four days past my due date. I always am. That's how I grow them so big.

Vinnie's Turn

Vinnie decided to have her baby last night. It was rainy and we were all crowded in the building, so the human borrowed Bambi's collar and put it on Vinnie and drug her heels dug in to the clean dry building across the barnyard. There, she had one big Flash daughter.

Vinnie seems to think she was worth all the work.

Do you remember way back when Scarlet had her triplets, I told you Muffin would be next. Well, the human told me she was next. Since then we figured out the human's list of due dates wasn't worth anything except a little extra fiber in Minnie's diet. Here's Muffin.

Guess how many goats are still going to have kids.

Yep, just Muffin.

Countdown Begins

Pebbles, my oldest girl, is due to have babies on March 11th. She's the one lying in the hay.

Her daughter, Penny, is due March 16th.

I can hardly wait.

T Minus 17 Days

My baby(ies) is/are due on June 7. That means I have about seventeen days to go. I confess, I am really anxious to get this over with. I am hot. I can't even reach all the way around to scratch my own backside. Luckily, the human helps with that too.

The human is nice though, and she brought me a nice little pad of hay. I didn't want to go down to pasture and eat. I hate to think of how hot it will feel with temperatures in the upper eighties this weekend. Do you see Angel and Vixen in the background begging for bottles? The human gave me my hay first.

Darn helicopters scared everyone else back up from pasture. It's too much work to push them out of the way. Must be something about those girls with wattles: Minnie on the left, Meg and daughter Fancy on the right.

Well, I guess laying under the shade of the oak tree is good too.

Seventeen days. Oh, my.