Meet Olive. Daughter of Abram and Opal, born eight days ago. She weighs 10 pounds, is an escape artist extraordinare, and has less than stellar skills at maneuvering a forest.
We’ve had to go searching through the depths of the forest for Olive at least once a day for a week. Opal is a first time momma and Olive is giving her a run for her money.
Stellan is in love, Ruby’s convinced she shall never own goats when it’s up to her, and I’m thinking that gray on Olive’s head is just a sign of what’s to come for both me and Olive’s poor mother Opal. We have had gobs of rain lately, ticks are around in a massive fashion, and all of these treks into the woods have resulted in multiple tick bites on everyone. Multiple for Sterling means several dozen. Wretched bugs, I tell you.
Next up: Hazel. She should be due very soon.
Charlotte Moore says
She is cute but sounds like a lot of work. Haha!! I am terrified of ticks.