I smiled at that thought, the feeling of excitement barely contained as I surveyed the still-bare garden after the crush of winter. I have been feeling the mamas’ bellies, covered in fur and their long skirts. They protrude in varying degrees of roundness. “Like furry blueberries” I laugh to myself. Just earlier today I felt a baby kick. Well, I think it was a baby. There are four stomachs after all, and a lot going on in there.
Here is a story from April 2019 about the day I got Penelope. I learned some things then that were very useful when I acquired 100 wild yaks in 2021 – but that is a story for another day.
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