It was dusk when we arrived, and the yin and yang of springtime made the stay much longer than planned. Specifically, baby goats and fallen trees.
She's a girl, and she's funny! Longer ears than any of the previous babies, and a whole lot of personality, even at a day old. I said we should call her Sunday, seeing as we found her on a Sunday. The Boy said we should call her Paddock, because we found her in a paddock. Little baby goaty. She's the cutest.
Not so cute was the massive gum tree that fell in from the road, taking out two of the windbreak trees and the next door paddock's electric fence. The big chainsaw is temperamental, so The Boy tackled the clean-up with the little saw. A butter knife, compared to the size of the trunk, which is not visible in the photo. It was a long day.
The kid was happy enough.
So was I.