Well, it’s almost time. Ms. Minnie is rather large, and it’s time to get ready for the big event. Her official due date is April 2, but last year, she kidded four days early, so I’m hoping to be prepared ahead of time. To confuse things, my mom got this harebrained idea to take the whole family to La Quinta, California (near Palm Springs/Joshua Tree National Park) for spring break, so the kids and I are going to be leaving on Saturday, and we won’t get back until April 28. Henry (who is due to return tonight from a second week in Northern California working bees on almond pollination) will stay home and hold down the fort. He’s pretty capable in the goat barn, arguably more so than me, but it makes me nervous to be leaving my girl behind when she’s just about to pop.
Kidding preparation will be much like last year. I need to clean out the barn and gather my birthing supplies (mostly just old towels with a few specialized tools that I hopefully won’t have to use). I’m going to instruct Henry to lock her in a stall (where she can still see and smell the other goats) at night, so that if she does go into labor, he’ll have easy access to her. I’m hoping that she hold out until at least March 29th, but anything is possible at this point.
Also while we’re gone, Admiral Ackbar, one of last year’s kids, will be leaving this world and ending up in the freezer. He’s not nearly as obnoxious as the wether we dispatched last year, but with new goats on the way, we need to make room in the barn and in the smaller-than-I-would-prefer goat yard. Honestly, I haven’t gotten too attached to him in the last year, so it shouldn’t be too emotionally trying when the time comes (although it won’t be TOO easy either).
I’m not sure if I’ll get to blogging while in the desert, but you can rest assured that I’ll share the news of the kids’ arrival at the earliest possible opportunity. Actually, I’ll probably share the very first photos on Instagram (my current favorite social medium), so be sure to follow me @waywardspark if you are so inclined.
Oh, and the roving chickens? Well, I’m not really sure what to say about them. They’re the fliers that can break out of the chicken pen, and every morning they congregate under the stanchion to peck up spilled goat grain. Waste not, want not, I guess.a technical note about new post email notifications: I recently switched services for sending out email notifications of new blog posts. Many folks were not receiving notifications under the old system because my server was flagging emails as spam, so something had to change. The new notifications will look a little different, and they will only come in the mornings as opposed to moments after I publish a post. Also, I want to apologize profusely to those of you who received an extra notification the other day. I hate spam as much as the next guy, so I’m so sorry that I bothered you. If you haven’t already signed up to receive email notifications, you can do so now by adding your info to the field in the sidebar.