We are down to one goat, but not the way we planned. We knew that Jasmine was having troubles, quite thin and lost some hair, but it was growing back. So Dad was surprised to find her down and obviously close to death this a.m. when he went down to do chores. So I dug a hole this afternoon out at the property so we could bury her tonight. At supper our renter, Victor, called and said he had some bad news. We hadn’t told him anything, so he didn’t know we knew she was dying. I guess his wife found her and was really upset. We just got back from burying her. It is sad, but not as sad as it would have been if we hadn’t been planning on getting rid of her, anyway.

I’m going to go on Craig’s List now and advertise Jamal for sale. If we can’t sell him, we will probably butcher him and make sausages. (Don’t tell the kiddies…)