A Visit to the Goat Farm

I can not imagine a better post for the first day of spring. One of Bear’s friends runs a goat farm where the mamas just had babies. We got an invitation to meet the little rascals, so now I’d like for you to meet them. Hope you can handle the ridiculous level of cuteness.

This is me holding Teacup. Why is the littlest one always the cutest? I tried not to play favorites, but just couldn’t help myself. Can you spot Teacup in each photo?

My biological clock is ticking. Who needs real babies? I was born to be a goat mama.

Happy spring!