The meeting was in Sheldon, a community that is a part of Elk Grove.
Jane's farm is on the main highway through town and she raises Alpine goats. After our potluck-meeting I walked out to visit with some of the residents.
"Hello" I said and one rather important goat walked over to me.
This look said, "Are you a goat person?"
I assured this goat that I was.
Jane said that they have five does that are almost ready to kid, so they are all a little on edge.
Five of the goats did look a little like they were walking with their back legs further apart than some of the others.
I remember the feeling. That one on the left above made me feel uncomfortable.
Poor thing. I hope all goes well... and soon.
It's such a waiting game and you are so ... heavy... unwieldy... off balance and... expectant in those last days. Oh, yes, how I remember.
Jane will call me when the kidding begins. I will take more photos and have a post about all of the new babies. It will be an overload of cuteness.
"Bye. See you in a few weeks." I said,
"I will be the Farmlady with the camera. Don't forget."
They just looked at me.
Then the pig, named Piggy, came over to say goodbye.
Jane took this pig in as a favor to a friend. I think it's old.
It's definitely a bit scary. Look at that tusk and those teeth.
Now that's what I call a "guard dog".
No respectable coyote would mess with this pig.