Arrivals

30th August is an auspicious date at the farm, this afternoon saw the flock of goats increase by a further two wobbly little infants.
Moses came careering into the kitchen at 3.00, calling for me.."and yes missus bring camera". He was waving his huge hands and his eyes were large and white as they get when he is happy or excited.

He led me to one of the drying slabs,where one of his goats [he calls her "Carlos" which makes me hoot!] had just given birth to twins. I have to say they looked very scrawny and neither was keen to drink..Carlos was more interested in eating the packs of dried grass that Moses was giving her along with an empty large dog food can full of fresh water. I had to resist picking them up and plugging them on, as I had done with Bee when she refused to have anything to do with her babies.

But Moses said "no touch missus", and I bowed to his wisdom. They rested all afternoon under the shade of a camel thorn tree, and then Moses had to bring them all in to their kraal..the nursing mother goats have a small and separate one.
Anyway Carlos was still showing a total disregard for her babies, and so between us, Moses and I herded the entire flock back to their night kraals..he with the twins tucked under each arm.
I have to say we are both rather worried that they appear not to be drinking yet..it was 35 degrees today, with a fierce wind blasting like a hair dryer. Fingers crossed she will bond wiuth her babies in the peace and seclusion of the nursery kraal tonight.

This is the previous arrival, who is large and healthy and joins in with the small flock wherever they go now.

The boys on the attack......I always wondered why three of the geese shouted and hissed and strutted, leaving one to graze quietly..now I know, these three are driven by vast amounts of testosterone!

Addeed to this, one of the geese has laid the first egg.Moses tells me that there are three boys and one girl . He was busy all morning creating one of his "buildings" just outside the animals kraal. I asked him what on earth he was doing and he said. "Mama gansie has egg." huge hands overdramatising an egg shape and then he pointed to his backside..I had to bite my lip! anyway he has made a strange an very inhospitable place to lay Mama gansies egg, and she has refused to sit on it all day..much to his upset. I have to say, that if I was offered a small tin space, that was facing the fierce wind that we suffered all day, I would refuse to sit on an egg if I had one to sit on.. Anyway watch this space.