A Poem for Maisie

Queen Anne's Lace in winterBirth and death
and all the good
stuff packed between.

What happens
when there is
nothing between?

A new slate never
to be written upon.

A blossom plucked
before beauty blooms.

Born and dead
within the blink of
a mother’s teary eye.

Queen Anne's Lace

When my son went to do chores last night while I was working late at parent-teacher conferences, he found that Maisie had given birth to twins.  She wasn’t due for ten days yet.  She’s the low goat on the farm, and I try to protect her, but I can’t be there all the time.  I would guess someone hit her and caused her to go into labor.  I hate that she lost her twins, and now I’m glad that she still has her Moose.  Despite being an animal, they do mourn the loss of a kid.

Maisie with Moose and Elsa

Maisie with Moose and Elsa from last summer

Sharing at Alphabe-Thursday for the letter P and Rurality Blog Hop.

I’m also sharing this with d’Verse Poets for their challenge of writing about something that has had an influence on my poetry.  It seems appropriate that it’s a life and death farm event.  Nature isn’t always kind, but it always breaks my heart when something like this happens, and it often comes out in my poetry at my other blog, Razzamadazzle.

In the Barnyard

Yesterday in the barnyard started with a lot of sunshine and blue skies.

barn peak against sky

It was nice, and it provided enough heat to start melting the snow on the barn’s roof.

snow on barn roof

Every so often, a big patch would slide down and crash to the ground.  Blaze is showing you how it made a lovely little snowhill.

doe goat


That makes her queen of the snowhill.

doe goat

Unfortunately, the noise as it fell would scare the goats.  They would take off running to the far end of the barnyard.  During one of these quick escapes, Maisie fell off the old foundation into a pile of old fence.  She caught her foot, but she escaped quickly (with my help).  I was really lucky to be out there and help her right away.  I really want to get rid of all the junk in the barnyard this year.  Really.

goat hoof

The sun also helped to soften the huge ice flow by the cattle tank.  I’m not done chipping it away yet, but I’m making progress, and it’s supposed to be even warmer for the next couple of days.

Cinnamon and Maisie

Cinnamon and Maisie

My nephew is stopping by tomorrow to help lower the float.  I’m hoping that will end the last of the drama around the cattle tank.  Even though most of the snow is gone, some of the goats have decided it’s safer just to eat inside the barn.

for Mellow Yellow Monday


I love how yellow the hay looks with the afternoon’s golden light.  By this time of afternoon, the sun was no longer helping to melt the snow and ice.

winter afternoon sun

I’ll be back out there tomorrow to chip more of the ice away from the tank.

Linking to Barn Charm and Clever Chicks Blog Hop.

The Other Kids

I told you yesterday what the destiny of most of the kids will be.  Today I’ll share the other kids.  There are three that will be different because they get to stay here.  First is Maisie.

Last year I promised her maa, Pam, that she could keep a daughter.  It just didn’t work out.

Pam                                 and                              Maisie

This year she gets to keep Maisie.

Then there’s Myson.  Millie gifted him to me to raise as a bottle kid.  It would just be rude to re-gift or, heaven forbid, sell him.

Millie and Myson

Early on, it became routine to hear “Myson is so cute~darn that Millie!”

Or “Isn’t Myson sweet~darn that Millie!”  Yep, I gave up the idea that he was leaving the farm early on.  After all, I needed another wether, didn’t I?

Then there’s Tim, my little black and white kid.  He started out at a tiny three pounds and six ounces.  He was weak and skinny and obviously didn’t get what he needed for nutrition before he was born.  That’s him in a shoe box by the computer.  He was tiny!

It’s a miracle he lived.

As he’s grown, it’s become obvious that he’s a special goat.  I’m sure it’s due to the lack of everything he needed to develop properly.

He walks like a drunken sailor.

He has cognitive deficits as well.  He does a lot of things because he follows and imitates the other goats.  He’ll chew on grass or weeds.  It is unusual if he actually eats them.  He’s just copying what they do.

He has discovered that he likes the sweet goat feed, which is good.  He’s also discovered the water bucket, and he’ll drink and drink and drink.  Then he won’t take his bottle.  That means I have to make sure to give him his bottle before I put clean water out.

Despite all of his challenges, he really is sweet though. He’s truly special, and my mother did the unthinkable.  She fell in love with him.

That means this special little goat will get to live here forever, however long that might be for him.

After all, can you ever have too many wethers?

Linking to Mosaic Monday and You Capture where the theme is black and white.

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