In the midst of feeling the end was near, Mother Nature renewed our faith in the world with the sweetest delivery on St. Patricks Day.
Her bag had filled and the puss was drippy.
When Mike got home from work, we knew it was time to assemble the birthing stall.
That's when the steaming bag emerged...
There was a burst of fluid, followed by a face!
We could see air bubbles and tongue movement as Willow bellowed passing the rest of the head.
Meet Lucky.- A boy, who we will band and raise as a wether. (male goat with no balls)
But his sister Clover wasn't far behind.
And that's how we got twins on St. Patricks Day
How lucky are we?!
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