Last Tuesday Husband put a gate in the goat fence so that I could drive in there with the tractor and shovel...stuff...out. Handy. When he came up to the house to tell me it was done he mentioned that Stella looked funny. Well what he actually said was, "Stella has something gross hanging out of her butt." Rather than something lovely and magical hanging out of her butt, I suppose. "Gross" and "hanging out of butt" are pretty much synonymous in my opinion.
Since she had just had two kids in November and we no longer have a buck, I figured she was just in heat. I meandered down to the goat house and out into the field to find her. Lo and behold she indeed had something gross hanging out of her butt. I took her by the collar and led her into the barn, put her in the little stall and closed the door. She promptly lay down and had three babies. One little girl and two little boys.
On the day I sold Pip, I led him through the barn where Stella's stall was open. I can only surmise that he said his goodbye to Stella in a VERY special way on the way through. Which makes me nervous because I don't think I've seen Dottie go into heat in a while. Madness.
Also, I think Husband's gynecological assessments, though correct.... may need a little polishing.
Smiles from the farm,