Pippi is our youngest girl and animal on the farm. She is a go getter...she has to be if her mother is ever going to feed her. Pippi joined our family in late August of this year a full month later than the three other cria born on the farm.

Looking back on the day I shutter to think how it could have gone all wrong. Brooklyn her mom, was a maiden (aka a first time mom) and a beauty queen on top of that. And was in labor for EVER. Okay much of the day. She would moan, yell and separate herself from the herd- classic labor. Brooklyn seemed to be pushing but getting nowhere with the whole thing. She was wearing herself out.

I have been able to ease other cria out who were a little stuck but this one wasn't going anywhere. It seemed that Brooklyn wasn't dilating and Pippi wasn't going to get out.

Dr Schuler came out after my failed attempt to scootch the Pipster out and it took three of us (not including Brooklyn) pulling, prying, praying and holding to get the itty-bitty out.

She hit the ground at just shy of twelve pounds.

As soon as she got her feet on the ground from a pretty traumatic birth she was off. Brooklyn was a bit reluctant to feed her. Pippi wanted to nurse and Brooklyn wanted to be next to her, but nursing was not what she had in mind. Eventually Pip wore her down and got what she wanted and we all believed this would be the end of it.

No way! Pippi has to chase her every time. Brooklyn will take her to the far end of the field and maybe consent to nursing. Pippi is getting bigger and Brooklyn is getting smaller so they must have worked it out. The two are never apart and are constantly humming back and forth. To hear them is one of the sweetest sounds ever. She is a looker just like her Mom.

Here are a few pics. (Do you like how I put them at the end so you have to keep reading?)