Welcome, Snowcap!

That's his name. A mostly white buckling was born last night in one of our latest frequent snow falls. I heard his mother (who really needs a proper name!) crying out when I was doing late evening chores, and checking on her, I was fortunate to witness this little fellow's arrival. This morning when I checked his gender, I noticed what looks like a round tan circle on his head! Hence his name. First and only buckling of this go round of kids.

Meanwhile the barn bunch of kids are doing well. I weaned off the heat lamp a few nights ago, and they are starting to nibble on the pellets I put out for the doe/mom of triplets who is in the barn with her three and one of Brownie's twins. I think this doe will be named Joanie -- Roanie Joanie. I did pretty well naming the ewes, slowly getting names for the does. "Bottle Baby" and "Baby's Baby" are a little feeble, ya think?

Here is the crew in the barn, taken a couple of days ago. From left to right: Joanie, Daisy, Spike, Dancer, and Teacup.

Side-tracked by pictures

After responding at the Sugar Mountain Farm blog (http://sugarmtnfarm.com/blog) about my camera, I am uploading one of the first digital photos I took. I was living in Maine at the time -- July 2003 -- on my little acreage which I privately called Cherimoya Farm, and yes, there is a story there.

I had a landscaped pool in my back yard, adjacent to the deck off the master bedroom. I loved the chorus of frogs on that piece of earth, and had the opportunity to create this pond in hopes it would attract more music makers. Which it did.

Here is one who took up residence and soothed my soul. A frog in fine fettle!