Kids & Kids

We had a houseful this weekend—two-legged kids and four-legged ones, and honestly, I’m not sure which were louder.

The grandkids came to visit, which meant Roxie, our English Shepherd, was in full-blown doggy heaven. She had someone (actually several someones) to throw her toys over and over and over until I’m pretty sure she collapsed that night with a squeaky hedgehog under one paw and a look of blissful exhaustion on her face.

Meanwhile, I had a whole crew of enthusiastic helpers down in the barn, bottle-feeding the goat kids. It was adorable chaos: little hands holding little bottles for little goats with little tails wagging like metronomes on espresso.

Yes, I know the barn is a mess. But in our defense, the kids—both kinds—were in the workshop area, which also doubles as storage for tools, buckets, extension cords, tractor parts, chicken feeders, and approximately eleven different types of twine that we might need someday. So before anyone gets judgy, just squint a little and focus on the cuteness, not the clutter in the background, or the smells.

Farm fresh doesn’t always smell like flowers, folks. Sometimes it smells like hay, baby bottles, and whatever mystery item the dog rolled in.