Poor little King died sometime in the night. I loved him already, but only had him two days.
I had a busy day, but young Hannah had an even busier day-she had her baby boy today!
I went to the ladies' spring luncheon at my church, Calvary Chapel, this morning and I took a long nap when I got home. When I woke up, I went out to check on the goats and donkeys, and heard a baby goat crying out. I thought one of the older babies was stuck in a fence or something, but I soon saw a pitiful, crying ball of mud with Hannah standing over him and looking bemused. My pasture is green and lush in deep, sweet grass and clover, but she chose the one bare, dirty slope where grass won't grow to pop him out and he must have tumbled and rolled down the hill, covered in mucous and blood. He was the dirtiest baby I had ever seen!! I took him into the sink in the basement and washed him. Hannah still wouldn't lick him and take care of him when I brought him back, and I ended up having to sit on her to make her hold still long enough to get his first drink of milk with colostrum. Even though he was weaker than the other kids were this year, he latched right on and got his noms!
Animals are so peaceful. I make sure I take time every day just to BE with them. Maybe goats do run around and head-butt each other, and the kids kick up their heels and run sideways with the joy of living, but most of the time, they stand quietly and stare off into space. Or settle contentedly in a shady, grassy spot and chew their cuds. A nap, a refreshing, cool drink, another snack or two of grass, then they stand and stare off into eternity for another hour or so. Thanks for letting me be one of the herd, guys.
I, Darcy Sharp, do solemnly swear to spend some time every day with you, to soak in your spirit of peace, to spread the contentment at large.
Angora goats rule!
Thank you, Lord, for my job, my home, and goats!