Got a message yesterday while I was at work that we have a new kid. Mom is one of two goats "in hospital" which is a small pen up close to the house. She isn't in hospital for the kid, rather because she'd been bitten by either a dog or coyote. Actually, we didn't notice she was preggers, so this is rather cool. Now Gimpy Longears, the other kid in hospital, has a bigger herd and someone closer to her size.

Gimpy's knee is healing, though she's still got contractures in that leg and needs stretching therapy. Which she doesn't particularly like. Such is life.