A Double Dose of Tiny Hooves at Sage Hearth
Spring always feels like a deep exhale here on the homestead—long light, soft air, and the sense that everything is waking up at once. But nothing marks the season quite like the arrival of new life in the paddocks. Early November brought that magic twice over, and now that the whirlwind of spring kidding has settled, we can finally share the newest little souls to join our herd.
Guinevere was the first to make her appearance, bright-eyed and brimming with personality before she’d even mastered her balance. Small but absolutely certain of herself, she took to the world with a determined little skip, testing her springy legs and inspecting every corner as though she were conducting an official survey. There’s something endlessly entertaining about a kid who already behaves like she has important places to be.
A few days later came Ghana’s wee boy, who arrived quickly one afternoon while we were busy paving the front entrance. As Ben and I stood there trying—and failing—to settle on a name, he spent his first weeks simply being “the wee boy.” It wasn’t until our lovely neighbour took one look at his fiery spirit that he finally became Norbert—a tiny dragon in goat form. At just 30 minutes old he had already found his first feed, full of life and intent, while Ghana slipped effortlessly into her calm, gentle rhythm of mothering.
Those early moments always feel sacred: the rising warmth from a damp newborn coat, the soft little squeaks as they settle in, and the quiet certainty of a doe welcoming her kid into the world.
Two kids, two utterly different personalities—and a whole lot of joy added to the daily rhythm of Sage Hearth. Life feels a little fuller, a little softer, and infinitely sweeter with tiny hooves pattering across the pasture once again.
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