|L to R: Wellington, Napoleon, and Goatburger|
"Now, kids, pay close attention to ol' uncle Goatburger. Walking on logs is among the most --"
"Your name is funny," said brown little Napoleon.
"We don't talk about my name, unless you want to get butted into next week."
"I think it's funny, too!" exclaimed snowy white little Wellington.
"What did I just say? You're not even weaned and here you are showing disrespect to your elders. Where's your father?"
"We have a father?" the kids bleated in unison. (Goats are not known for their paternal instincts.)
"Anyway, as I was saying, just watch and do what I -- Wellie! You're on the wrong log!"
"What's a log?" asked Wellington loudly.
It's hard to believe how well-equipped baby goats are when God sends them into the world. The darker baby is only four weeks old. The white one is just a week. The Bear has to say that Ava (our Saanen dairy goat) is often reluctant to leave the pasture filled with clover to tend to her baby. But finally, we'll have goat milk for a little soap and cheese.