With Ruby’s death still very raw for us all, it was with mixed feelings that we discovered Geraldine and Leia, tucked deep in their houses out of the torrential rain and well on their respective roads to motherhood.
But those drums keep pounding a rhythm…
The Goat Herd was on hand to witness the arrival of kid number one; a healthy, strong doe complete with wattles and looking every inch the pure-bred Saanen princess.
Which made the arrival of her equally healthy brother a little surprising.
Auntie Leia watched from a respectful distance, removing herself to the end of the paddock as night fell and making it very clear our presence was not required. We human Homesteaders tried not to dwell on her choosing the same patch of earth Ruby had just over a week earlier and left her to it. We did take turns to check on proceedings half hourly, though.
“She’s fine,” The Renovator reported at 10 pm, “Calm, laid back, she even let me pat her. I think everything may have stopped for the night and she’s settling down to sleep.” We decided to retire too; all, that is, except The Bean Counter who likes to spend a little time each evening in the company of espn fc. I think everyone heard the click of the door as he decided to check just once more. We certainly all heard his return!
Did you perhaps hear him? He was just a little over-excited!
This soundtrack to our life does not always make easy listening; but then it’s not all wailing violins either.
Like all great compositions, it’s made of movements of varying tempos but this one thing is a given: The beat goes on
And it’s all very upbeat on the Homestead right now.