How Wheelbarrows Give Birth

The Animal Whisperer witnessed (and titled) this event:

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In the womb.

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Wow!  From this angle, she hardly looks pregnant!

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I do believe her water broke and she’s definitely dropped a little.  Better head to the hospital.

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The baby started coming in the elevator!  No time for an epidural!

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Birth.

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Awwwww, look at that little guy!  He looks just like his dad!

–  The Goat Cheese Lady

 

 

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About The Goat Cheese Lady

I am Lindsey. At first I was a city girl. Then I was an urban farmgirl, attempting to balance city and farm life. Now, after moving to the country, I have embarked on life as a rural farmgirl, complete with my husband, the Animal Whisperer, man of exceptional knowledge and patience, two boys who are louder than my sister and I ever were, a herd of milking goats, and a flock of egg-laying chickens. Coyotes, mice, country dogs and prairie dogs are frequent visitors. Just 45 minutes north is Colorado Springs, the setting for our first six years in the goat world. Our family. Our city friends. Our introduction to cheesemaking. But we...and our growing farm and soon-to-be creamery...have set up shop down off of Highway 115 in Penrose, Colorado.
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4 Responses to How Wheelbarrows Give Birth

  1. HAHAHA! Too funny! I wasn’t sure what to expect… with all the lambing and kidding going on!!! Love your humor!

  2. Marsha Lee says:

    Hi, Lindsey etc,
    This posting is too funny! You could give Erma Bonbeck a run for the funniest experiences written about in books.
    Let me know when I can come down to Penrose. Is everybody well?
    Can’t wait to see your new home.
    Love, Aunt Marsha

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