There are now 12 baby goats on the property. While both our kids are really excited about all the new babies, Suki especially has taken a proprietary air over the whole affair. For the last seven years, many of you have heard me whine about what an early riser Suki is. This hasn’t changed with our move down south. However, now when I become aware of her predawn presence at my side it is often only in passing. She has come to let me know she is awake and then promptly announces, “I’m going for my morning walk now”. I’m only peripherally aware of her bustling about our room, quietly picking out clothes for the day. She dresses silently and slips out, usually with Pepe at her heels. Some undefined time later she returns with a report on what the kids are up to and how their mothers are treating them. She’s named several of the kids, based on their personalities/habits. We’re all particularly fond of “Achoo” who sneezed for the first day of his life. Apparently, she also helps Dennis and Gilbert, the tico handymen on the property, with the morning goat care. I wasn’t aware of how involved she had become until this afternoon. She had gone to check on the kids and see if there was any action over by the goat pens. She returned a little while later with two kids following behind, bleating pathetically. “They’re hungry, Mom, and their moms won’t feed them,” she told me with big eyes. Apparently, this is the first go around for some of the goats and they’re not yet enamored with the whole motherhood thing. Django came outside to see the babies and soon Audrey, our landlord, came to help as well.
Soon we were all on our way to get the babies a bottle.I was amazed at how comfortable Suki was around the goat pens. She expertly carried the babies around and let them suck on her fingers while we waited for Audrey to milk a goat to get them a bottle. She made sure we all knew what to do too.
I watched my little girl move confidently around the kids and mothers alike and I basked in her independence and contentment.