you should write a little biography i like ur writing style
that's hella informative, esp the part where they start at the nose. Also you named your goat Greta? That's sick
Haha, thanks. Whenever I comment about something I have experienced it seems like I rant a lot. It's mainly because I don't want to miss any information, if I do some stuff can be misconstrued. So I try to cross all my T's and dot my i's. I've thought about the biography of my life a couple times because there's so much crap I've gone through in life. Not necessarily horrible but it's very entertaining. Grew up on a farm, met my husband in grade school...we didn't actually get to together till senior year of high school that alone could be a whole 10 volumes, and me getting diagnosed with multiple sclerosis at the age of 21 all the way to now where I have a 14 year old son and a 12 year old daughter of course I'm still with the husband I met in grade school. I've had a very exciting 40 years.
I try to be. I actually didn't name Greta, my mom did or maybe she was already named before my mom got her. I did name the buck we had. I named him Buckley, pun most definitely intended. I also named Greta's first born babies, they were twins, I named them Pumba and Timon. That was the year The Lion King came out.
I'm rooting for you girl you should do it
I grew up on a farm, so we had a lot of animals. When goats give birth, the babies are born in their membrane sac which contains everything a human does but goats don't break their water like we do so our after birth comes out after we give birth. Once the baby goat comes out it hits ground. Typically that doesn't break the sac. So Mama goat eats the entire membrane sac and after birth. It was always fascinating to watch because year after year when the mama goats go to save their poor babies so they don't suffocate they always start at the nose. Goats tend to give birth at night so I'll never understand how the hell momma goats can know where to start. Though we probably had to save a handful of babies because the mamas were too worn out to even try to get them out of their sac. At least that's what I think, my mom told me they just weren't meant to be mothers. Which is true some goats are not meant to be mothers. Especially Greta, our Toggenburg goat. We had her for 15 years and not once did she try to save her child. Which is weird because she was a Swiss dairy goat, they're meant to be mothers. Honestly she acted more like a buck anyway.