As the days shorten, the does grow heavier, their bellies starting to hint at the new life growing inside. Just a few days ago, we started a 'dry' pen, for the goats who have "dried up" or stopped producing milk. So far, just twelve goats are in that pen, but over the next month, it will expand until the entire herd is dried off.
Every year, as we stop milking, I start dreaming about the days to come in January and February, when the snow will fly and the sound of newborns will fill the barn with their tiny bleating cries.The miracle of new life never grows old.
