Around the time that the calves were born my goats started to waddle a bit and Maggie had twins pretty soon after. Both boys they are named Jack and John (which is always a mistake because boys are not destined to live forever around here). They are full of mischief and are having a lovely time getting the ram to attack their mother as they spend a lot of time winding him up and then hiding behind Mum who has to roll up her sleeves and go into battle. Speaking of rams, Luke is very happy because he has 5 new ladies to talk to. He has small man syndrome and follows them around very hopefully much of the time. They don't seem to know he exists at this point.
Soon after this Dora had the biggest kid I have ever seen. She was so uncomfortable afterwards that I was convinced there was another one in there and was forced to ask Fiona to come out of retirement and roll up her sleeves. We were both a bit disappointed that we couldn't have a James Herriot moment but Dora was well and truly finished. The kid has been christened Jilly and has to kneel down to feed off her. This means early morning and fetta cheese again.