The best milker died tonight, of bloat. Kirsten was eight or nine years old, and once went two years after a kidding without drying up--and missed a pregnancy. Her only failing was a tendency to lose single kids. She was Doug's favorite, and very much his goat. She will be missed. We have only one of her kids, Susan, future breeding stock and a regular little hellion while she still can.

I'm kicked off the computer for an indeterminate period, since it was at least partly my fault and Dad is decidedly unhappy. I don't know whether I'll still be kicked off in the morning or not: we'll see. So I don't forget, I'm in the middle of episode 30.