They say that 95% of goat births are uneventful. My percentages stand at 80%…Sabine’s birth was not fun at all. Less than two weeks after that fraught event, Cricket calmed the waters by delivering these twins. As a goat midwife, my job should simply be to wipe their faces, dry their bodies, trim their umbilici and back off to let the mother do the work. And in so doing Friday, we stood witness to the nonevent, the simple wonderment that is animal husbandry.
So the weekend may have started with a bang, but the rest of it felt like I was stuck in a thankless-task loop. Another round of weeding of invasives like bindweed and bamboo grass, another grubbing with the spade to uproot the deep roots of dock, another wheelbarrowload of straw mulch to cover the potatoes and strawberries, and an assortment of other icky tasks left me feeling fairly done in come Sunday night.
I have to tell myself it’s all of a piece. You may want to compartmentalize, but gardening, like most worthwhile things, has its fun and unfun tasks. The overall picture is the one you’re aiming for. A big harvest requires I grub out that bindweed, like having a baby requires I change a diaper or two (or two thousand).