Perhaps an hour later, I thought that I was hearing a goat tussle, so I went to break it up. Speckles was out there with a doe at her side. She was yelling her head off and looking for lunch. We had almost given up on Speckles because she looked so UN-pregnant and was due on the 21st.
In your wildest dreams, did you ever think that you'd have goats being born on your front lawn?