Cry Me A River...Build Me A Bridge

Babies--What Babies!!!!! Fiona--No babies. Su Chin--No Babies. Blossom--No Babies. Madonna--NoBabies. How many minutes do you ues on a cell phone on goat watch because Madonna is going to deliver "any minute" and has been in the garage for TWO WEEKS"? That number would be approximately 4,000. We ended up taking Madonna to the vet and having her x-rayed to prove to her (and ourselves) that there were no babies. (So very sad) Just to make sure we also took Bloosom in and had her ultra-sounded and she is also not pregnant. This all happened around my birthday (what a depressing state of affairs anyway) sooooooo...... I went to my friend Mike's house and stole (not really, he gave her to me) Abby. She is a 4 lb., 8 week old package of joy, happiness and bliss. She mends my broken heart, Madonna's broken heart and makes the world taste new. We've rebred Fiona (one more time) and Lenny Bruce is home. He was so mean and miserable at Carol Anne's that he had to come home to Mommy.

Truman and Sparky have joined the main herd, which I have learned is called a Tribe. They really are a tribe. They love and take care of each other. The other goats are lightening Sparky's load of taking care of Truman and watching him. You can always tell whose turn it is. They stay within a few feet of him and look up every couple of seconds while they are eating and just check where he is and what he is doing. I don't know how long our "special" little goat will be with us, but he sure has shown us what love is all about.

A Watched Pot Belly...........

We are now offically waiting for babies to be born. Fiona (my English Lop rabbit) is due tomorrow; so is Sue Chin (the Wooly-Bugger French Lop Bunny); and, if she got pregnant the first cycle, (I know, TMI) Blossom is due any day. We actually think that Blossom is going to wait for three weeks which will make her due at the same time as Madonna. We have a goat birthing kit ready--now comes the big wait.

My latest in the "can I get any more clumsy" column--I fell while holding baby Hayden and sprained my ankle. Becca thought my leg was broken, but just a bad sprain. The good news is--I didn't even bump the baby.

Getting ready for a big bunny show this Saturday, the 13th. If Fiona has babies she won't be able to go, but I will be entering Lenny Bruce. He won two ribbons last time. We'll see how see we do.

Ruby is sending me pictures so I can add them to my blog and I am going to take the pictures off my camera so you can see the kids (goat kids that is). Later!!

An Insomniac's Best Friend

Now I know what to do when I can't sleep! Write to everyone. I was trying to find the pictures Ruby took last summer to post as the picture for my blog and I couldn't find them. I'm going to have to have her bring them with her when she comes this summer. I've been cleaning the scrap room--I should say playing Bureau of Reclamation. I don't scrap or card or create--I collect (right now, mostly dust!!!). I can't believe how many stamp sets I have. But, for those that know and, I hope, love me, you know that one of my greatest joys is organizing. I now have a whole shelf of stamp sets that just go with punches! Sick, right.

We are down to counting the days for the delivery of the first of the baby goats this year. We only have two moms expecting. Blossom is a first time mom who really isn't even showing and then Madonna JUST HAD TO have babies again. As usual we're not really sure when Blossom got pregnant, so we will be waiting with baited breathe for the next three weeks until she pops. Madonna is already playing it up--she wants to be in the garage and having her sippy cup. She isn't due until the 4th of July. I found my delivery book and have been doing a little refresher on the finer points of goat delivery. It seems every year I get a new challenge. I'm not too worried this time though, Madonna is a pro and Blossom is one of Madonna's girls and they do great.

I'll begin the saga of "Poor Truman". We adopted Truman who is a nine week old LaMancha/Nigerian/Pigmy/Something-or-Other Mix. Truman had a really tough delivery, he was the first kid out and there were multiple complications with his birth. His sister is at least twice his size. ANYWAY, our little Truman is handicapped. Normally baby goats are jumping and running and climbing and grazing at two days old. At nine weeks, Truman can finally go up two of the stairs in the garage, but he can't go down. He can stand up to your leg with his front feet, but he can't jump or climb on anything and today was a red letter day because he finally ate a leaf we fed him from a tree. He doesn't know how to graze and he almost drowned the other day when he fell in a food dish with two inches of water because he couldn't figure out how to stand up. We love him. Everyone loves Truman. He has an adopted big brother Sparky who takes care of him. Sparky is ready to join the herd, but he is staying behind with Truman to take care of him. The neighborhood kids come over just to visit with Truman because he is so............Truman. He is still getting three bottles a day and we'll probably bottle feed him for at least a year. Only at my house gang!!! Oh well, I better try to get a little sleep tonight.

LOOK OUT WORLD WENDY HAS A BLOG

Today is a banner headline day in the world. I HAVE A BLOG. After waiting for the girls I decided to do it myself! Thanks Esther. This is a sign I have too much time on my hands. Now I will have to upload pictues and find things to keep you entertained.