End of the Day Sunday

It is the end of the day Sunday.  We are sitting in front of laptops at our office desks that face each other, catching up with e-mails, facebook, blogs, loading pictures.  We are bone weary and we smell of birthing and babies and milk and manure.  We badly need showers.  Baby goats are demanding love and feeding from their playpens in the other rooms.  Well,  not all of them because several of them are tucked into various laps throughout the house.  We love this season of birthing.


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