Last Friday when Rick went to the barn to do chores he found Emma dead in a freak accident involving a table and the braces under the table. I am sick about it – Emma was the one goat who was privileged enough to live in the center part of the barn with the chickens. She would stand on the outside steps leading to the haymow every single day that the weather permitted.
I took Emma in when my friend Betsy was having trouble keeping Emma home. After each birth she wandered away from their farm and the last time, she was 7 miles away! She came here to me because of my fences – she could not escape. Betsy and her husband have been raising Boer goats for years now and have decided to get out of that business after the last batch of kids have been born. The very last baby was a little girl that Betsy named Emma. My Emma was her first goat and about the same time she died, the last kid born was a little girl that Betsy named Emma. Very bittersweet.
I just don’t feel like writing a very happy post today so I’ll just close with some pictures of my Emma.
While searching for Emma pictures, I came across this picture of Moda. No sign of her.
Emma could find the most unusual places to park herself – I loved this one.
One last note – Google AdSense is actually taking part of our earnings away each month because Big Brother is watching. They can tell just whose computer is clicking on ads repeatedly and fining us. No, I can’t believe it either. I am so discouraged!