This is May with her baby, Cino. Cino had a brother and a sister who didn't survive.
And these are Moolah's babies, Peppermint, Licorice, and M&M.
These are all pygmy goats (not really--see below!), which means, I suppose, that one wouldn't get a particular useful amount of milk from them, but they more than make up for that in the cuteness factor! We had goats when I was a child, but big ones--mostly Nubians, if I remember correctly. We drank their milk, but I also just plain liked them. We had quite a few different animals, always dogs and cats (plural), and then goats, sheep, chickens, rabbits, fish, birds, rats...I'm probably missing something. I always loved having animals and sometimes feel sad for my children not having any pets. (We did have two rabbits for three years, and the boys have a frog at the moment...) But I have to say, having animals, pets or not, was much nicer from the child-in-the-family point of view than from the parent point of view!
Here's a photo of my sister Erin, with whom I was on the phone tonight, taken at Disneyland just over a year ago:
And here's one of goat-mama Ruth, taken in November or December last year when we were in California.
Goats are really cool, but sisters are better. Sisters can type and work a telephone, for one thing (well, two things...I think I need to go to bed), so it's a lot easier to keep in touch with them. I love you!
Edited to add this comment from my sister Ruth:
"Um, these ones aren't Pygmies . . . Not that it really matters, but May would be very offended :-) May and Moolah (the mamas) are Nigerian Dwarfs, and ironically the largest of our herd, and Perrin (the papa) is a Fainting goat (aka Tennessee Meat goat), so the babies are . . . Fainting Nigerians? lol"