Conversation overheard in the barn last night...
Annabell, our resident drama queen: I am in LABOR; it HURTS. I am suffering like no one else has in the history of the world! This is terrible!
Mia, the resident midwife: Go lie down and breath. It will be faster that way.
Annabell, charging out the stall door and turning to the does in the loafing yard: Look at me! Look! I am dying here! It isn't my fault! Oh My Goodness! I am dying...
Me: Annabell, you are shaming yourself. Get back in the barn and have these babies.
Annabell: Isn't anyone listening? I am dying, I tell you! I can't stand this! No one told me it was going to be like this.
Mia: Lie down and breath, for crying out loud. I'm a pygmy and I don't carry on like you do. Breath!
Annabell: You don't understand. I hurt more than you do because it is ME!
Mia: Breath. Suck it up and shut up.
Annabell: OH MY GOSH! This can't be happening!
Mia said nothing. She was done.
So was I.
We have another doe and buck --- Apple and Abe. Pictures to come...