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I almost think these pictures don’t require any words, that words are just a blight upon their natural glory.
But you know I have to say something with all this cuteness in front of me.
They are adorable! They are like little dolls! You look at them and think, “Are they stuffed? Because nothing in real life can be THAT CUTE!!!!”
I love how they cavort. And frolic. And clamber.
Okay, they weren’t clambering when I was watching, but next to frolic and cavort, clamber is my favorite word. I like shall and shan’t, too. Don’t you think shan’t needs to make a comeback? I shan’t do anything but watch baby goats frolic and cavort once I have my own! That makes me feel very Scarlett O’Hara-ish and I think I’m going to make a mint julep and cut my drapes into dresses now. (I don’t have any drapes.)
I think I am drunk on baby goats.
I want some!!
They are buckling-heavy in the births at the goat farm this year. If they don’t have enough doelings, I might not get my babies. I shan’t like that at all!!!
There are just a few more mamas left to give birth.
Come on, pretty mamas, have my babies! (Think pink!)
Eeek!!! It’s a good thing this one isn’t preggers. It’s the psycho goat!
There’s always one in every crowd, isn’t there?
“Prepare to die.”
