This is Shawn feeding Bear. Bear was born right before I turned 3 years old, so she was very old in terms of cow's age. This past fall she got to where she could hardly walk for more than a few feet before she had to stop walking. Then one day when I went to visit my parents she was laying down in the field and not moving. I went over to her and she was not able to get up anymore. So I told my dad and we put her to sleep. That is the animal that has been in my life the longest and I know it is strange to be attached to a cow, but I was. My earliest memories are of her. She may look pitiful in this picture, but she used to be a very beautiful cow.
When my dad first got more goats they were fairly young and very afraid of people. They ran and ran while I tried to take pictures of them until the ended up in a corner. The one of the far left is the billy goat and now he is very large.
Right after Christmas this year the goats had their second set of babies. These were the first ones born. The black one is a girl and the cream colored one is a boy. The black one is the cutest one so far. They are about three days old in this picture.
This one was born the day before we took this picture. It is another boy. The funny thing is that this boy and the one above have since gotten a darker cream color. This one is still the smallest.
This baby was born between the last two sets. His mother was young and inexperienced. His brother died when it was three days old and this one ended up getting stepped on by a cow because it was too weak to run away. The mother never got a full bag of milk and he was very weak. Jonathan ended up finding him barely alive and put him to sleep. He was less than a week old.
Since then another goat had a baby. It was one of the older goats that gave birth and it was only a single birth, so it was a big baby. We haven't been able to take pictures of it yet, but it is bigger than the other babies. We still have three other females that haven't had babies yet so there may be more to come.



