January is now gone, and we are into our second month. I am baffled, because there is still 24 hours in each day. Life is really a vapor. (James 4:14)
It was a nice day. Not beautiful, but the Sun came out in snips and I went out in my shirtsleeves, so it was a nice day.
The does are all starting to "bloom" with new life within. I always look forward to spring, it truly is a new start. But I must remember that Each Day is a new start and not get ahead of myself.
The snow is mostly gone now, just in the shady spots and under the hay that the goats manage to conveniently drop on the ground. They are so good at doing that, as they run from feeder to feeder thinking that someone else must be better. I just made 2 more feeders, so in the doe barn area, there is actually 2 does per feeder, you would think that would be enough. We will see. And they have 2 other 10' wall feeders, which only 1 can eat at, at a time. Because the pigs, run back and fourth keeping anyone else from eating there. Sometimes I wounder "what in the world am I doing this for"? Then I go out and sit on a rock and they come over (looking for food no doubt) I think that they want to be by me. Maybe they do. I know Lil does and probably Spice. Then Lucy lets me scratch her for the first time in months and again I think, what is your angle? But it really is all worth it. Especially in about 1 1/2 months when the kids arrive.
And when I get my hands on the silky, shiny, soft incredibly luscious fiber. When it goes from greasy brown, to lustrous white, that is so beautiful its hard to believe that it came from a goat. Or the black that is so black it looks blue. That makes it all worth it.
The other day I was sitting on the front porch petting Bailey, and commenting to her that she was rather lazy, not really paying attention to the goats like "I thought" she should. And on and on. She was just laying her head on my leg and lapping up all the attention, when one of the bucks snorted, and my lazy good for nothing dog, whirled around and came alive, to do what she is bred to do. GUARD! I don't know why I doubt her, she really is good at what she does. There instinct is so strong. A friend said "how did you train her", I said" I didn't, that is what they do". When we had sled dogs, is was the same way, the really good ones just run. That is what they do and they love it.
