It’s been a big week. A huge week. Of amazing fun and adventures. With Mia’s little boy. He still hasn’t got a name. I’ve got a list of suggestions from Mia’s Facebook friends. Maybe we can use one of those. We’ll see!

But he’s amazing. So full of life and joy. Jumping around like a goofball. He’s been face to face with the other goats, with kids, with me, with Bodil’s little dog Sif. No fear. I went to get him a box to jump on. It turned out to be a little too big. But 30 minutes later. after many failed attemps, he managed to get up on it. He’s very determined and ambitious and no doubt with big thoughts of himself. Appropriately so. Mia is keeping a close eye on everything. Lots of little worried noises. And lots of milk sessions. She’s doing great, and so is he. It makes me really happy, after what happened. I needed some good.

On Monday we even had snow. I thought we’d seen the last of that. It was half raining and sleeting while I walked to the playground. And then for a few hours it snowed lovely and covered everything. And then it started to thaw. By the time I was walking home all the snow was gone and the sun was shining. Like all the different seasons came together to say hello and welcome the little goat boy.

I can barely remember all the lovely things that have happened. So you should probably watch the goatlogs instead. Only an hour’s worth. I could have filled twice that.

Also, photos.

Yes, it snowed. Imagine that.

Where’s Waldo? Oh there he is. Waldo is also one of the name suggestions.

Kids love the kid.

The big half brothers.

And goatlogs. With tons of amazing cuteness and wonder. I know it’s a lot to watch, but I think it’s all worth it.

Monday:

Tuesday:

Thursday:

Saturday:

And that’s all for this week. As if it wasn’t enough! Plenty more next week, I’m sure.

The blog is a little late. It’s been a big week. With happiness and sadnes.

Mia had babies. A boy and a girl. On Wednesday. I got the news too late for me to get there, so Thursday was my first time seeing them. Two sweet little things. The girl all white, the boy white with a marking on one side of the face. Like a half Mia. And a spot on top.

Unfortunately the little girl did not survive. I was told she’d been drinking fine the first day. But she didn’t manage to drink at all I think on Thursday. I had a very bad feeling about it. Bodil later told me that she had known too. I think there was something wrong internally. I don’t know. Apparently Alice took her home to try and bottlefeed her. But it wasn’t enough.

It’s hard to write about. I only knew her for a day, but that’s enough of course. I held her in my arms to comfort her when she was bleating. I hoped it was for attention, because she would stop when Mia fussed over her or when I picked her up. But now I think it was because something was wrong.
It’s just very sad. I’m glad Bodil came by. We had a long talk about life and death. She understands. I don’t think I could have had a talk like that with anyone else.

Good thing there is still a lovely, little boy to take care of and love. Mia is focusing all her energy on him. And I am too, I guess. It’s hard not to smile at a silly little goat kid. Two days old he was already jumping around like a little goofball. Three days old he started chewing on hay. Dennis told Bodil that he had tried to jump up on Mia’s back to go for a ride too. He’s quickly learning the goat ways.

Palle is a little annoyed with this turn of events I think. Standing outside, bleating loudly because he wasn’t allowed in. Curious about what was going on inside. And indignant over not being Mia’s number one priority all of a sudden. He even managed to break in while we were getting some hay for Mia. So he met the little new boy. And started pushing him around. So i had to hold him back. I think he’s gotten so used to butting heads with Bruce and Clark, who are challenging him a lot these days, so he wanted to put the little new one in its place right away. I’m sure they’ll get along better soon enough.

But it’s been a long week. No more writing now. Let’s go to the photos. First one of me holding the baby girl. Mia Junior, I’ve been calling her. Since she never got a name.

Rest in peace little one.

And just so we don’t forget Mio’s boys…

And goatlogs. First one from Monday with much duelling in the pen.

And then from the rest of the week, with the new arrivals.

And that’s all for this week, folks. Much more in the next one.