All right, now you’re going to have to indulge me as I took WAAAYYYY too many pictures yesterday. But it was such a beautiful day and the kids are now so bouncy and curious and fun but still tiny and cute and soft. It’s hard to put the camera down.

They’re going out with the herd now. The first few times we walked, Phil and I had to carry the kids part of the way. Not any more!

It’s hard to see in the melee, but take a look at Sputnik introducing himself to Blackbird on the rock. She was terrified of that big boy and immediately jumped down and ran to mama, but he was only curious and quite gentle.

“Wait for us!”

“We’re coming!”

“Mama just isn’t fast enough.” Look at that tongue hanging out–I think Petunia is tired from keeping up with kids all week!

Is this the caprine equivalent of a water cooler moment?

Gotta love those airplane ears!

Racing babies!

I love sweet mama-kid moments.

Does this little gal look like a Finn/Sputnik mashup or what?

Oh good, they figured out how to use both sides.

I love that Skeeter prance!

Meanwhile, Blackbird practices balancing on three legs on two different rocks!

She’s black velvet, folks.

In sync.

Whether you’re eating them or standing on them, stumps are the best!

Petunia says, “How about some love for me!”

We had a bit of snow on Monday night so our walks were muddy for a couple of days. The kids didn’t seem to mind too much. They tend to stick to the rocks whether there’s mud or not.

Blackbird is very hard to photograph!

Skeeter, on the other hand…

We’re having so much fun with these little critters. They’re coming for walks now and we bring them in the house every night to watch a movie on our laps. They’re growing so fast we can almost watch it happen in front of our eyes. These photos were taken last Monday and already they look ancient because the girls have grown so much.

Blackbird thought this stick was delicious.

But then she saw what Skeeter was eating. It’s important to fight over the same teat. You wouldn’t want to use up both of them!

…And dropped off two adorable bundles at around 10:00 p.m.

Baby #1 is the smaller of the two but was stuck fast in the birth canal because her much larger sister was trying to cut in line. I pushed Baby #2 back an inch and this one came rushing out with no problem. Petunia was rolling around on her back when I came in to help and I’m sure if I’d given her five or ten minutes she would have straightened them out on her own, but since I was there I figured I might as well give her a hand.

Baby #2 catapulted into the world so fast I didn’t even have time to react. One quick push from Petunia and she exploded out onto my feet. Phil hadn’t even finished toweling her off before she was up and running. The first baby was suckling first but this one was the quickest to find her legs and start toddling around. She’s quite a lot bigger and chunkier than her sister with thicker fur. Petunia is completely enamored with both.

The night was clear but cold, so Phil and I stayed out with them until around midnight to make sure they were completely dry and had a good feed. I cleaned the stall and bedded it deep with straw and left warm water out for their mama. Nevertheless, I couldn’t resist going back out at 4:30 or so to make sure they were warm enough. I spent some time pressing their chilly ears between my palms to warm them up and I made sure they got another drink of milk before I went back to bed. “Blackbird singing in the dead of night” ran through my head as I held Baby #2 and I’m pretty sure the name “Blackbird” is going to stick. But what to name her wildly colored sister? How about another White Album title? With that coloring, “Helter Skelter” immediately sprang to mind with a nickname of “Skeeter”. We’ll give it a few days and see if they stick.

Today is gorgeous and we got the new kids out for some time in the sunshine. Petunia is almost as fat post-babies as she was before, so she has a nice broad, well-padded back for a new kid to sprawl out and relax on.

Coral was quite intrigued by the newcomers and kept sneaking up very carefully with one eye glued to Petunia.

She felt safer when she could use Phil for a human shield. Protective mamas are not to be messed with!

She could also grab a straw hat snack while she was at it.

I took Pluto up to inspect the new babies first thing this morning. He adopted them immediately and thoroughly licked both of them before their mother came into the shed and made him get out. I’m glad he’s turned out to be so gentle with the baby goats.

Rambo also came over to inspect his new descendants. I’m not 100% sure if these are his children or his grandchildren. I’m pretty sure they’re his grandchildren, but they were born in that window where there’s still a chance they could be Rambo’s. We’ll see if it becomes clear as they grow.

The rest of the goats were bored by the new arrivals.

Supremely bored.

What’s better than a baby goat in your lap?

Why TWO baby goats of course!

Wait, did one of them just smear something gross onto my hand?

Let’s stick with this end, shall we?

You can tell this baby is related to Sputnik! The face is nearly identical! But she is Sputnik’s half sister after all.

Phil should be a cowboy hat model.

My hat may be cooler than Phil’s, but I don’t think modeling is my forte. I’ll leave that to my gorgeous husband.

Cute, soft, cuddly babies!

If I didn’t know better I’d say this baby was a cross between Finn and Sputnik! She’s got Finn’s flashy coloring and Sputnik’s wild face. Her front end is going to darken as she matures and she’ll be a tri-color when she grows up. Petunia is Finn’s half-sister and Sputnik’s mother, so I suppose it’s no surprise that we have a kid who resembles both of her male relatives.

Big-head vs. No-head.

Last weekend my friend Jordan was home from college and we took Sputnik and Geronimo for a walk, along with Jordan’s little brother, Rodney.

Jordan got some funny close-ups of Sputnik. Close-ups are usually Finn’s specialty, but Sputnik is getting more accustomed to taking the spotlight as time goes on. He was very clingy to me on this walk and I had to push him away a lot because he was stepping on my feet. I think he was a little insecure about having two “strangers” with us.

I took Sputnik for a drive around the golf course today. Canon National Bank sits at the edge of the golf course and I had to deposit a check, so what better way to get to the bank than by goat cart? Unfortunately, they don’t have a hitching post or a parking spot for goats. Shame on them! So I tied Sputnik to a lamp post out front. He was very patient while I went in. Someone in a pickup truck pulled into the bank parking lot and sat there for a while just to stare at the goats tied out front.

Our goats were lounging hard core this afternoon!

Sputnik was particularly “down and out”.

As Petunia has started nearing the end of her (interminable) pregnancy, she has started taking her sleep very seriously. Look at that belly oozing out on either side! Meanwhile, Coral had command of the boulder.

Jezebel preferred to nap away from the crowd.

Phil and I went for a lovely drive today, but it ended with a small catastrophe in which no one was injured but a lesson was learned. It was a beautiful day and the sun felt nice.

As soon as I lowered the tailgate on the truck to load Finn and Sputnik, Coral leaped in and told me plainly that she wanted to come with us!

Pretty baby! Of course I let her come!

I love the sunlight glinting off those horns.

“Where did the boys go, Coral?”

She spent most of the drive right here by Finn’s flank.

When we were almost finished with our drive, I took the goats down a little side road with a narrow sidewalk up a hill. They did great, but on the way back down the hill our yoke broke! The wagon tongue hit the pavement and the wagon overtook the boys and whacked them in the hindquarters. However, their solid training foundation saved the day and they stopped immediately when I pulled the reins and said “Whoa!”. Had they spooked and bolted it could have been a terrible wreck. I got out and unhitched them and drove them back to the truck while Phil pulled the wagon. I made a new yoke last week because I wasn’t entirely happy with the first one I made. Unfortunately, the wooden rod was too narrow for the size of the holes I drilled for the ring. Furthermore, horse yokes always have a metal piece to bind the wood around the ring and keep it from splitting. My next yoke will be designed with a sleeve of steel pipe in the spot where the ring attaches. Lesson learned! But I’m very proud of how well Finn and Sputnik obeyed in the face of such a major spook.

We threw out our Christmas tree the other night. The goats had a hey-day with it the next morning and by noon it was completely denuded–needles, bark, and many of the smaller branches were GONE. Phil said, “Well, the goats have thoroughly put this Christmas six feet under!”

This is what our once-beautiful tree looked like a couple hours after the goats got it:

In other news, Petunia is growing larger by the day. She had a secret fling sometime last summer and I don’t know who the dad was and I don’t have a breeding date. Her belly is blowing up like a balloon but she still isn’t making an udder. She’s been “large and in charge” for about a month now and she’s almost knocked me down with her belly a few times when we go for walks. I’ve felt a few kicks in the last week or so. Every time I think she can’t possibly get much bigger, she gets bigger.

So we’re taking bets! How many kids are in there and when will she have them?

I’m going to say three kids. Last Monday I made a wild guess that she would deliver on January 12, but as of today I’m thinking I’ll probably lose that bet. I’m keeping my fingers crossed that I’m wrong about three kids. I would prefer she had just two!

Here are a couple of photos. I had trouble capturing the enormity of her girth. She looks significantly bigger in real life.