Ironically, the person who cares the least about those goats, was the one who got to oversee the birth process.
ugh. and awhhh all at the same time.
Jackson and I got to see little Misty stand up for the first time, and we helped her have her first meal.
In-between texting photos and questions to the people who know, and really care about those goats, of course.
And when those people didn't know the answers, I had to call Uncle Simon. How do you you know when a goat is done having babies? Besides, you know, putting your hand in there? How can you tell?
Later in the day, these three "kids" wanted to get a closer view of the "new kid".