Poor Rosie wasn’t quite sure what was going on this morning. As the girls all moved down the alley and to the front field, she started to go into labor. I could hear her calling to the other goats as they went out, but she kept turning back to the barn.
Well, it’s like I said before, “Just when you think you know what’s going on with a goat…” I was watching at least two other girls today, trying to determine who would be the next to deliver her kids. Well, what do you know, but that I walked around the corner of the barn to […]