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Clover, meet baby.

Baby, meet Clover.

Clover: “I taste of you, my boy……”

“…..You taste like cookies and love……”

“…..My feminine center is aquiver from the combination……”

“…..You are young……”

“…..I shall bend you to my will.”

Yesterday, my friends at the goat farm brought a sweet one-week-old, blue-eyed Nigerian Dwarf buckling for a visit to see us. Since Clover didn’t end up pregnant this year, I’m already looking ahead to next year. Our own buck. A way to breed Clover and Nutmeg without sending them away from the farm. And we need a buddy for Pepsi.
I think this adorable little baby buckling is just the ticket. I sat on the porch and held him and held him and held him and Missy had to FIGHT ME TO TAKE HIM HOME. I said, YOU CAN’T TAKE ME, WOMAN. And she smacked me and stole him from my arms. Or something like that. It was messy, let me tell you.
He’s about the size of a cat. And he just rested his head on my chest and snuggled. Some day when I have goat babies of my own, that’s all I’m going to do. Sit on the porch and snuggle them. Then maybe take them inside and put baby bonnets on them and sing them nursery rhymes.
I asked Clover if she liked younger men and if maybe, just maybe, next spring when he was old enough she would let him be her boyfriend.

Clover: “He does smell like cookies. And I always wanted a boy toy.”
It’s a deal!
See all the babies this year at Destiny Groves Farm.
Posted by Suzanne McMinn on July 29, 2009
"It was a cold wintry day when I brought my children to live in rural West Virginia. The farmhouse was one hundred years old, there was already snow on the ground, and the heat was sparse-—as was the insulation. The floors weren’t even, either. My then-twelve-year-old son walked in the door and said, “You’ve brought us to this slanted little house to die." Keep reading our story....
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"First it's glowing, then it's snowing! A pause, then screaming squalls and williwaws. Bright but bitter, then a thaw. Yet again it's cold and storming: What ever happened to global warming?"
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Currently: 35˚F
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The little buckling is adorable I am sure you can’t wait to get him home. Where are you going to put the boys when you have them?
~A
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I want a cow though. I reallllly want a milk cow. I would read it Shakespeare and it would be my best friend. I would name her Esmerelda. :-)
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Such a little cutie.
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Thanks for the wonderful blog. Love the picture of the kittens too!
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*sigh*
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Only a true romance writer would think to say “feminine center quivering”, especially about a goat!
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One day I hope to have your life…work from home, bake cookies for Clover & enjoy the quiet mountain life.
But for now, it’s washing Army uniforms, sweeping up the dirt brought in from the combat boots & fumbling over how to speak Korean.
Don’t suppose you’d consider swapping?
Much love from an overseas Army wife,
Jennifer
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