Sometimes life isn't all cheery but more real.
One of our little goats died. Not even the one with issues, but his brother. The runt, the one who had major trouble at birth and for the first weeks of life before we got him. One day I went out and saw him grazin' and playing and the next night (after a huge storm) he was in the barn dead. No signs of trauma, no nothing. No warning signs either just...death. A goat mystery. Life on a "farm" I guess and Paige wasn't really upset more than she was morbidly curious about how he died. My Dad suggested lightening (we had low to the ground lightening the previous night) but I don't know that seems too far out.
It's bittersweet. Getting rid of a sickly goat is in fact better for my small happy little herd and everyone else is healthy...but death sucks no matter WHAT it is. So I hope his little goat soul rests in peace; Phil was out there burning and digging a hole in the pouring rain like a trooper
The good news is that this weekend we went to a local farm fair, and I was able to find a pair of beeeaaauuutiful Angora rabbits for sale. I left my phone number and will be going back because I have my heart set on these bad boys. Clemintine and Charlie (we call them our meaters) are really the happiest rabbits in the world, even Phil commented on it. They prance around eating greens and are so curious and will come up to just about anyone who enters the pen. The way a rabbit should be livin! Not confined to a cage in someones living room.
Because it's Monday and I'm feeling brain dead, some things I liked on the internet this week:
Why yes, I will be ordering seafood for a summer clambake
Pretty rhythm charts
Nourising our children DVD