My eyeballs will not freeze without goggles and the sun comes up before 10am. Reasonable affirmations of encouragement when donning insulated bibs, woolen scarf, heavy gloves, hat, coat and boots. Opening the door and stepping onto the porch, likened to dangling my bare toes in ice water, quells the excitement of shoveling the snow as I make my way to morning chores. As the snot freezes inside my nose and my fingers start to numb, I consider the fact it is warmer in Anchorage, Alaska, right now. I wonder how many folks raise goats up there? Granted, the overall comparison between the Midwest and Tundra are very different indeed. Yet, it never escapes me that here it will get colder than Alaska and hotter than Death Valley. Why do we farm in such highly variable conditions: to make life interesting.
Yesterday, 33 and sunny, today 8 with a windchill of -32, ah the teeter of weather in Kansas. It is a wonder that we manage to adapt.
Adaption, I am convinced, is not of strong concern to the domestic goat. This is not the time to kid nonetheless, they do, they are and we are halfway to making it through the complete cycle. Our buck has a very strong will to create progeny, our does are sluts and they are all plotting to keep me up at night :) We have 6 kids from 4 of the 8 due. It is a sleepless, restless, worried existence for this humble steward to tend these crazy beasts but so far it is manageable. All are strong and healthy, warm and cozy. It is not my first walk around this block and surely not the last.
If only I could build an impregnable fence and control the wiles of nature...