Well, spring is (supposedly) coming. Despite the two-plus feet of snow still on our yard, we’re getting ready. Getting ready for spring, getting ready to garden, getting ready for baby goats. Getting ready for me to go back to work.
I go back to work in about ten days. I’m actually looking forward to it – it’ll be nice to do things that stay done. Laundry and dishes and cooking and picking up baby toys seems like a treadmill of just getting one finished, and having to start from scratch with one (or all) of the others – it never ends. However, a report, once written, is done. You can move on to the next task. I can tidy my office, and expect it to stay that way. I will miss the rather more leisurely pace of the days, and of course, I love being able to spend time with Hubby and Baby M, but there are advantages to this working business, too.
We’ve started a couple hundred plants for the garden, beginning back in February, with the artichokes, and planting more every couple-few weeks. This year, I’ve tried to stick more closely with the stuff we know we like, and do a bit less experimenting, so at the moment, we’ve mostly got artichokes, tomatoes, and peppers. I started a few pots of herbs, as well. This year, I decided I wanted to plant more flowers, just because. Because I like pretty things, because they attract hummingbirds and butterflies, because we don’t always have to be strictly practical. I’ve got pansies, zinnias, rudbeckia, calendula, delphiniums…no real plan, but a mish-mash of things that appealed to me. Some will go in pots by the back door, some in a dedicated flower bed, and some will undoubtedly be tucked here and there among the tomatoes that I plant along the south and east walls of the house. I’m looking forward to the planting! In the meantime, I still have squash, melons, and cukes to start; I’ll probably sit down and get that done this weekend, or maybe next. I don’t want to start them too early, especially with the melt being so late.
Two of the three pregnant does are due any day now. Saffron is about the size of a bus, but it doesn’t stop her from jumping up on the old hay bales we’ve stacked along the cold wall of the maternity stall, to stop drafts. Skye is smaller than Saffron, but is still developing a bit of a waddle. Missy is hardly looking pregnant compared to the other two, but she could have been bred up to a month later, so it’s not that shocking. I think Sky was bred first, but I’d put my money on Saffron having her kid(s) first. We’re making special trips out to the barn every couple of hours, now, just out of anticipation. The three bottle babies that I brought back from Alberta are appreciating the extra attention, as are the cats. We’ve located and gathered all our ‘kid contingency’ stuff – extra bottles and nipples, colostrum replacer, towels, rubber gloves, and the like. None of our goats has had major problems kidding so far (besides their habit of dropping kids in snowbanks, which the maternity stall should solve), but it’s bound to happen sooner or later, and we’d like to be prepared.
While we’re waiting for overly-cute newborn goat pictures, here are a few of the also-very-cute Alberta bottle babies: