Peepers say it's spring. So it is.

Little dirty Rachel and her brother, now called Little Jack

Rosie with her 2 boys

Little Tara approves of the new toy

Monday night coming home from work I heard the spring peepers for the first time this year. A true sign that spring is here even if it doesn't seem like it. Monday and Tuesday (of course my work days) were warm and sunny. Today we are back to cold and windy, but we are making progress—less cold, more sun, more green grass, more birds singing.

There is still 1 remaining female goat who could be pregnant, but she has shown no signs of giving up a kid. Time will tell.

And we currently have 10 kids and 11 adults, for a grand total of 21. I've been meaning to talk to The Husband (again) about these ever increasing numbers, but so far have only convinced him to put Rosie's little black buckling up for sale for a high price (so that they don't buy him for meat).

I took advantage of one of the warm days over the weekend to inspect our baby trees in the backyard. I was happy to find a tiny bird nest in one of the maples.

The white tubes you see behind it are all of the young trees thriving on that side. In the middle and on the other side they aren't doing so well. Don't know why.