Sad face....

Last night, as I went to feed dear little Fawn, she started seizing...  It wouldn't stop and she didn't make it.  It was horribly sad, but I'm happy she isn't in pain anymore.  We are thinking she must have had very little oxygen while she was trapped underneath her brothers and sisters causing brain damage.
We were so surprised when she started seizing.  We really thought she was going to make it.
Hummingbird reminded me of what a good goat day she had inside the house.  Most goats never get to come inside and she got to hang out all day AND she got to pee on the couch.  How many goats ever get to do that?  So there's one for your bucket list, little Fawn.  She was so cute.

Today is sad as well, because it's boy butchering day.  We will eat them, yes.  And I'm sure they will be delicious.  I'm perfectly okay with eating a happy goat (seriously, these goats are so loved and so spoiled) who had a very happy life.  But I don't want to see it die.  So I'm inside all by myself blasting The Black Keys and making delicious bread.  It's windy and cold and I feel bad for the guys outside, because it's not exactly like they are enjoying what they are doing.  But it's a part of life and it's an important thing to know how to do.  You have to be very clean and very careful and there are lots of steps to it.

Now I'm going to spin some wool and think about what to make for dinner tonight and avoid the outdoors.