New life on the farm can best be described as a breath of fresh air, especially after all the recent hardships. So I am sure that it will be no surprise that when twin goats were born the other day, I was elated.

This is the first twins that was born this year. Today they are three days old, and I decided to go visit them for a routine inspection, I also made use of the opportunity to take some pictures to share with you.

At first when I got into the camp, I couldn't see the two new borns, but it did not take me very long to find them, they were hiding under one of the lower shade canopies in the goat camp.

Let me first tell you that getting my hands on either one of these little ones to give them a thorough once over, was easier said than done, they would run side to side under the canopy, giving me very little chance to reach in from the outside to get to one. So I had to flop down on my belly and crawl under the canopy - but, a girls gotta do what a girls gotta do, Right?

After leopard crawling up and down under the low obstacle for way longer than I really wanted to, I eventually I managed to catch the first little one.

A beautiful solid chocolate brown ewe!

She seemed slightly more docile than her twin counterpart, which is probably the only reason I managed to catch her first, but none the less she was a very lively one.

The moment I picked her up, she started moaning and bleating loudly making sure that her distress was known, in the cutest possible way. This got me slightly nervous, as the mother was inside the camp as well, and I am sure you know that a mother goat will go to great lengths protecting her babies. I quickly looked over my shoulder, and saw mom at the edge of the camp, bleating in return to her babies cries, but strangely not coming closer.

I started calming down the baby, and when I finally had her down to a mild panic, I quickly scanned her over for any signs of sickness or deformities, and luckily this little one passed her first health exam with flying colours - she was as fit as a fiddle. So I took one last quick snapshot and then let her go, and just as soon as her feet hit the ground she immediately ran back to the safety of her canopy.

I looked over my shoulder again, at the mom still bleating, but standing in exactly the same place, with her back turned to us, that was very strange behaviour I thought to myself, but it gave me the time that I needed to inspect the new babies.

So I got down on my belly again and crawled slowly closer to the second baby, holding my breath as I got closer - I certainly didn't want to make it any more difficult than it had to be, but this little lamb child was certainly not going to go down without a fight, and even though it is is only three days old, it seemed to have mastered the art of evasive manoeuvrers already.

But after some crawling, running, jumping over logs and obstacles, falling, swearing and sweating - I finally managed to catch it. Good lord! Clearly there was ABSOLUTELY NOTHING WRONG WITH THIS ONE, but I checked anyway - just to make sure.

This one had a gorgeous dark brown and white striped face (reminded me a little of racing stripes on a car after the exercise that she just gave me!) with a full white body. A beautiful, healthy little ewe. Her colour must be a blast from her gene-pool past, because we don't have any goats that look like her, and we haven't had any that looked like that in the past.

So again, I took a quick picture before I let her go.

All is well that ends well...

However there was still the issue with the illusive mother, and seeing that I was done with the babies - I decided to get a bit closer and see what was going on with her, I would hate for her to be ill or unfit to parent the new born twins.

Now as I got close enough to see what was going on, I am not sure if it was a sigh of relief or a sigh of frustration that illuded my lips, because what I saw was dear old mommy, who had somehow managed to push her head through the fence and couldn't get herself free again because of her horns.

No wonder she didn't come running to her babies aid!

I struggled for a bit to get her free, but it was no use trying to force the protesting goats head in one direction if she was adamant to disagree. This was simply hurting her and myself in the process.

At this stage I was pretty tired of standing around in the blazing hot sun, and I was damn sure that she was too. The poor old thing must be so thirsty by now, and she probably needed to get back to her babies as well.

So I opted for the faster way to get her free and that was by going to the shed an getting the wire cutters, as well as a loose piece of wire that I had seen lying around earlier.

I cut open the wire above her head, and bend it backwards just enough to get her head and horns free without a struggle, and then allowed her to run back to her babies, who almost immediately started suckling.

I sat back watching the over dramatised reunion for a tiny bit, and as cute as it might have been, I very quickly reminded myself that there was work to be done and fences to be mended.

I re-bound the fence reasonably quickly with the loose piece of wire that I had brought along from the shed, and then FINALLY went on my merry way back home.

Silly Mother Goat - guess she thought that the grass was greener on the other side...