A Story of a Star

the goat who broke my heart

Molly had a twin. Her name was Star because she was the star of the show from the moment she kicked her way earthside.

I had waited so long for this first set of kids from Fawn the Goat, the precious cargo our foundation doe, our Queen, our matriarch, came carrying, warm within her womb. Fawnie was the first goat we’d had in a while, since moving from our rented farm to a small homestead where we’d had to give up our first goats. She came in the throes of fundamental change to our lives, of the kind that death brings, and she was a fresh start to build our new farm on our own land. A first freshener of dairy breeding, half Anglo Nubian, half Saanen, fine and pretty as a deer, scanned with twins off an Anglo Nubian buck. We were told her due date was the end of March, so when she finally birthed a month later on the last day of April, beautiful, twin, white doelings, imagine! Our foundation herd was born!

Molly was the shy one, the quiet, evasive, mischief maker, while it was Star who st…