The last baby of the season has been born and his name is Flint. Lori says his name is Flint, Michigan, but that is ridiculous. We just call him Flynnie. He has very pretty buckskin coloring and bright blue eyes.
He is Eo's son.
For some reason Eo has turned neurotic and been doting on him in a most unseemly manner, possibly because she has never had a single kid before. I think she thinks she had another one but misplaced it somewhere so is taking extra special care of the one that's left.
Or maybe she is just a nut job. That could easily be the case.
I always tell my kids, go, walk around, cross the street if you like, live and learn. But that's just me.
Anyway, it has been practically impossible to get the official farm photographer (Lori) to take a picture of Flynnie, because she is obsessed with the hummingbirds.
"Look," she tells everyone, "look, I took another picture of the hummingbird." And then she makes them look at the picture, the ten thousandth picture that looks exactly like all the other pictures. But anyway during a short break in the endless hummingbird photo shoot she finally agreed to take a picture of Flynnie.
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You must admit it is hard to get a good hummingbird picture so ten thousand is quite remarkable. Lori was probably waiting for Flint to get fully dry and fluffy. He is adorable. One half one color and one half another.
I won't tell you that the Goatmother has been doing this very same thing. Sitting at the window for hours - hours that could be better spent feeding the goats Peanuts.
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