BABY BOOM

"How do you cope with 12 babies less than a month old?!"
"Thirteen babies. There's actually 13. We also adopted."
"You're kidding?"
"Nope. I don't kid about goats."

Curious (and lost) a flashy city vehicle had stopped to watch us to cross the farm road with our goats and their frolicking newborns. The questions came fast and furious. They expressed their city ignorance about farm life as well as basic biology.

"Yes, we do need a boy goat in order for there to be udders, which is where the milk comes from, and invariably, baby goats.... No, a brown goat does not give chocolate milk."

But; speaking of chocolate, apart from a month of baby goats being born, the cows also calved. So it has been a wonderful month of cute, cuddly newborns. Early morning milking begins the day as we slam into summer. We share with the babies which still means a lot of milk. Plenty milk means daily yoghurt and cheese making.

Watching our animals birthing never ceases to blow me away. It is one of those incredible experiences that is worth rejoicing over. With every, single baby born.

While cows only have single babies, goats generally have twins and triplets. This year there were two sets of triplets.

My matriach and her daughter birthed their triplets within minutes of each other with great jubilation from the entire Buckaroo clan.

Spring is my favourite time of year. Winter is gone - almost. Summer has not yet arrived - in all its fury. The mountains are lush. The bees, butterflies and sunbirds busily move among the blossoming fruit trees. Then, of course, my personal favourite. Baby everythings!!