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Introducing, in order of their appearance:

Burzum


Bowdoin (pronounced BO-din)


and Briony Bluebell.

Briony Bluebell has contracted tendons and will be under a vet's care—we expect this issue to resolve. Look for updates about her progress! In the meantime, she's active and happily able to nurse while kneeling.

Burzum has a floopy ear, probably as a result from being stuck in the same cramped uterus as his little sister.

Bowdoin, born in the middle, is just about perfect. Luckily, he's too much of a little gentleman to rub it in.

Mom and babies are doing well, and they all love me, Uncle Fenway, already.

Ears to you,
FenBar

Comments

  1. AnonymousJune 18, 2011 at 4:44 PM

    So totally awesome and adorable! Teach em well, Fenway.

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  2. OjibajoJune 18, 2011 at 5:05 PM

    OMG! Those are the cutest little things EVER!!!

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  3. AnonymousJune 18, 2011 at 5:05 PM

    Yay!!! She sPloDeD!!! She looks so much better than the "wide Load" photo and so proud! Congrats to all!

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  4. AnonymousJune 18, 2011 at 5:29 PM

    o, who won?

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  5. BuddyJune 18, 2011 at 6:36 PM

    Oh they are just to cute. The tendons will be ok - some splints will help - she will only need them for a few days. They grow so quickly at this stage.

    BG did good!!!!

    XXOO

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  6. BifJune 18, 2011 at 6:55 PM

    I was halfway(ish) to 7 kids!!

    Momma looks awfully happy (and a lot smaller!) with them out =)

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  7. Curbstone Valley FarmJune 18, 2011 at 7:15 PM

    Awww...floopy ears...how cute. Sending lots of speedy wishes in the direction of Briony Bluebell. Fabulous fabulous fabulous name...just perfect!

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  8. Blue PageJune 18, 2011 at 10:09 PM

    BG good job ... the triplets are just beautiful!

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  9. AnonymousJune 18, 2011 at 10:23 PM

    Soooooooo adorable! Congratulations to one and all!

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  10. AnonymousJune 20, 2011 at 12:30 PM

    What a champ, on the mom! Congrats!

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  11. Maggie--MaeJune 20, 2011 at 1:22 PM

    Yay, baby goats! The floppy ear makes him dashing.

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  12. DomJune 20, 2011 at 1:39 PM

    So. Much. Cute.

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  13. The Pottering ArtistJune 23, 2011 at 6:45 AM

    OH My goodness They are so beautiful and gawky and pure white - LOVE them all and the names are cool too!!!!

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