The trees are finally really greening up here on the mid-Maine coast. I had an appointment the other day down past South Portland and I couldn’t believe how much farther along the leaves were there. But we are finally catching up, although I miss the different hues of the greens after the leaves are full sized and looking toward summer. But for now it’s just nice to glance out the windows and see an ocean of verdant colors.
As far as everything else goes it is pretty much status quo. I have not been as hands on in every day farm chores in the last two weeks as I am recuperating from an unexpected health challenge, which is what I need to do right now. Thank goodness for Sam! I am milking the 3 does in the morning, the ones that are keeping our Peanut afloat with her bottles (down to three a day now, phew!), and doing a few things around the house, but he is carrying on with all the rest, thank goodness.
One of my biggest joys at this time of year is not just watching the goat kids grow like gangbusters and seeing the leaves bust out, but also simply to stand on the back porch in the evening and listen to the peeping tree frogs that fill our woods. They are my beloved invisible chorus of the night, one of the greatest pleasures of spring. (Although it doesn’t feel much like spring right now, still, yet, again in the 50s and rainy!).
And so it goes. The holiday weekend is upon us and we hope to see the sun tomorrow!
The Peepers have finally found their voices! Last night on my way out to check on SnowPea, their lovely chorus kept me company. I live for peeper song. It’s like the final notice that spring has truly arrived.
I worked on finishing up jug accommodations for our first due goatie girl this afternoon. Taking my time, enjoying the sun. The only negative to the day is the stiff breeze that’s gusting around 10 mph, from the south and east. We usually get winds from the north/northwest, and I have the pen set up with more windbreaks in that direction. Sigh. I will have to push some clean straw into the breaches.
While I was working, the girls were eating their dinner, when they weren’t harassing me, that is! SnowPea came into the greenhouse around 5:30 to check it all out, and when she turned around I saw that she had lost her mucous plug. So things are moving along! It’s difficult to tell what it really means, however, as there are years when I don’t even see that part of the birth process, and it can be as little as a matter of hours, or even a day or more until the baby arrivals. So we are on alert tonight. I have my feet up right now and I will go back out and check her at about 8:30.
I am ready for our new little ones and can hardly wait to meet them!
After the great lambie freedom move yesterday, they have sorted themselves and seem to be finding their way in the big paddock on the hill. Last night when I went out to check on them it had been raining, so everyone was in the greenhouse. But they were not organized the way I expected to find them: only one of Fern’s babies was actually sleeping with her, and most of the lambs were scattered around, cuddled up to whomever. It was definitely a hoot! 2 lambs were cuddled with one of our yearling ewes, 2 were snuggled with Zorro the llama, and the others were just here and there. I have not seen that happen a lot, but everything was good and no one had a meltdown in the night. The rain must have stopped a little after midnight, and by the morning they were all sleeping out on the paddock hill. A little more organized by family, too.
Two nights ago we began hearing the spring peepers. It wasn’t very strong then, but tonight it’s almost deafening! I love it :*) Maybe spring is really almost upon us. Here’s hoping! (Although it appears as though we need to get through another snowfall tomorrow first…)
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