We're right in the middle of our September birthday celebrations here - always such a full and fun time. Mine first, then Adelaide's to follow in two days. As it goes, I can hardly believe she's turning eight years old. Eight! Oh, these years. Sigh. If each new year and each new adventure weren't so fabulous, I'd be absolutely heartbroken at what we're leaving behind. I guess that's the epitome of bittersweet. Growing up.
It's no secret to anyone that our girl is an animal lover, and each year her birthday wishes are of the living kind. She'll take whatever, honestly...believing she's got room in our pasture (we do not) and certainly room in her heart (she just might) for any and all kinds.
But, oh my girl Adelaide. She wanted goats right from the get go, and it's only amplified with time. So when some friends of ours were looking for a place to rehome theirs at just the right time this month when my girl could use a little extra animal lovin' and an extra project in the pasture? Well...goats it is. Nigerian Dwarf goats, to be precise. Year old girls, two of them - ready for pairing with a buckling in the hopes of kids and milk in the spring. This is and will be all Adelaide's gig, and she's risen to the ocassion with the excitement and hard work we're used to seeing from her (when it involves animals, of course. Washing dishes? Not her gig.). Play structures built for them, fencing shored up, pasture ready - she's on it. And she's named the the pair Buttercup and Bluebell.
And Bluebell (can you tell those eyes are blue? They're so pretty).
And my goodness, these goats! You know, they're kind of winning me over. They are as sweet as sweet can be. Charming, I dare say. So gentle with my littlest of babes, playful and fun, and just the right size to be maneageable by Adelaide who instantly fell right in love with them. Though that was no surprise at all. She loves them so.