I am tired, sweaty and have slivers in my hands and arms (and clothes), but I am very grateful for the girls next door, because they helped me fortify the hay so that the goats won’t get into it when we have to let them in the backyard to pasture there (and keep the grass trimmed). Normally my sister’s kids would have helped me, but they’re still at school right now (remember, this post was written at least two months ago.)
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Being able to do nothing but wait, can’t even pace
Only hoping that the time will fly
Remembering and shaking head at laughing at others in this state.
One of our goats is in the early (very early) stages of giving birth to her long awaited kids and I am suddenly understanding just why many fathers need to have something to do to take their minds off of being useless in the buildup. I can’t even stay close and try and soothe Belle as she’s too jumpy at the moment. I’m the only one at home while the others have to run errands and go to appointments at the moment so I can’t even really work on anything. Just in case I’m needed I need to be able to snap to it and I can’t work in the garden because I might not have the time to clean up if something goes wrong.
My nephew came downstairs to this view. Jack had escaped his temporary cage and gone to see the girls.
He doesn’t look in the least bit apologetic. If anything he looks like he’s thinking, “Couldn’t you have left a bigger crack in their roof like mine?”
He can breathe in his little tub, don’t worry. We don’t snap the lids on or anything like that. Doing so would knock his water down anyway.
The poem is just a silly little thing that popped up after I was looking at the pictures again.
I actually found this post when I was going through drafts a while back and realized I hadn’t ever put it up! This was back before we’d been able to get cages for them setup for the first week that we had the rabbits.