Becky's Bouquet

Last night I was blessed to witness the birth of triplets. The first goat we ever bought, Muffin, gave birth for the sixth, seventh, and eighth times. This is her third freshening. I'll spare you the details, but if you are interested, I have some good pictures of her first freshening. The kids arrived after ten but before midnight (those are the times I left the house and went back into the house, respectively, and thought to look at a clock). This afternoon I took Monkey, Panda, and 'Roo out to meet them. The black and white one on the left is the girl/doeling. The other two are boys/bucklings. I need some suggestions for names! I have been trying to name the kids in the same category as their mothers. For example, some of Muffin's other kids have been named Brownie, Ginger (aka Gingerbreadcake), and Tort. Of course, there have also been Tiger and Smokey. Another doe on our farm was named Snowball. Her kids were Frost, 'Flake (as in Snowflake), and Storm. It gets

My public has spoken and they asked for an update. Hehe. I have public. Yippee! I have been trying to take the easy way out: Why should I clean the refrigerator? I already cleaned it this year. But not all of it. OK, I'll clean the parts that I didn't clean this year. And ask Mom to handle that science experiment in that canning jar I don't want to throw away. (Thanks, Mom!) I move the garbage can close to the 'fridge. I dump a bunch of stuff. I wipe down places and shelves that don't look clean. I remove the veggie drawers at the bottom. Underneath one is a drying puddle of brown that dripped down the back wall from a bag of spinach that was, uhm, gross. I retrieve my bottle of plain distilled white vinegar and a microfiber cloth. I spray the brown with vinegar. You would think it is a puddle of baking soda the way it is fizzing and foaming. OK, this is fun. I wipe up the surrounding crumbs, then return to scrub the brown puddle. It wipes away with one pass. I lo