I'll share some Everyday

Digging something

 

 



 

Baby chicks

 



This is when Tasha and I spent the night at the farm in March when the goats were being born. These two were a couple hours old-- I read to the herd from The Maelstrom [and the baby goat pooped on my bookmark]. It was an experience, sharing a little stall and a heat lamp with newborn twins and a restless, lumbering mama goat and getting zero sleep for being afraid of getting stepped on or peed on. Tasha, on the other hand, snored all night. Farmers.   
 

 

Our eggs

 

Well, in reality--

 

 goose egg

 

 

Oh, and here's our bottle baby, making herself comfortable

 We sold her so she's gone now.

 

I have to go to bed if I am to be chipper on the morrow!

Goodnight.