Christmas Morning

Just about 4:30 here, I got out of bed to begin preparing for Christmas breakfast. It's still too early to do much more or begin preparing the turkey for Christmas dinner so I thought I would check email and piddle on the computer while all were still fast asleep.
Aww the sound of silence. :-)

We are hoping that Buffy kids today or tomorrow while Jim is home. She's as broad as a beam and has uddered up so...anytime. I am heading out to check on her here in a minute.

She's the only one we have purposely bred this year for winter kidding. Her kids were reserved so we felt obligated to follow through or I really would have waited. She is such a good mom and does so well with her kids, all will do fine this winter I do believe.

Barb and Isabella two of the dairy does will be joining a buck today for their congenial visit. If all goes smoothly we will be looking at May babies.

The Angoras were frisky and frolicking yesterday. Noticed a couple of the does were in heat and really flirting with and enticing the boys. Looks like May babies there too.
Sarah Beth our Saanen was in rare form yesterday, front feet planted on the fence, hollering in the direction of the buck pen, tail flagging, just begging to be let out. Sorry Sarah, no babies for you this year. It's year off for the ole gal.

The wooly boys (Shetlands) are a joy to have. Tis the season the sheep seem to enjoy. The cold weather doesn't effect them one little bit. They seem to be in wonderful spirits everyday, hopping, popping and running around in their warm winter coats.

Kirby lost his horn that was growing too close to his eye. Another major farm drama for me. When I went to feed and let them out to browse that morning the first thing I saw was blood all over Kirby. I don't do blood and went into my panic mode. I looked for the source of the blood, realized his horn was not by his face any longer, it was back behind his ear. Half on, half off. And there was blood, lots of blood. Frantic I was, thinking how was I suppose to stop the blood? He seemed to be OK though I wasn't taking any chances. I called the BIL, the paramedic, to come help(thankfully he was off work). I held Kirby while Matt did what needed done. Don't ask, I didn't watch. It involved blood stop powder and an antispetic spray from the med kit. I now have Kirby's horn, which seemed so large on his head, but so small now.

It was a rough way to lose the horn for the little guy, but it was actually for the best, since it was growing into his eye.

It's time to go make the donuts...hope everyone has a blessed and Merry Christmas!