Riversdell

This is one of Glory’s two girls just waking up from her nap yesterday. Unfortunately, the smallest of her triplets, a buckling, did not survive. He seemed OK the morning after kidding but was looking quite poorly by noontime. We brought him into the house to tend to him. Which amounts to, really, doing pathetically little while lambasting oneself for not doing it sooner. Distressed goat kids sound eerily like human babies when they cry out. Sigh. The good news is that all the other kids are doing fine and the weather has been sunnier than has been predicted.