
Country Living
Written by:
Anya Paradiso
The goat bleated in the pasture—
a sound of surprise and indignation:
her first birthing.
The first kid fell before we reached the fence, sleek and dark and wet—
white with black spots, she was up and jumping in two
minutes flat.
We waited about 10 minutes for the second,
the mother took time out to clean the first one,
licking her from nose to tail while the kid
bumped her head into various parts of her mother
experimentally,
not really knowing what she was
looking for.
The male kid came out slowly and took longer to stand up—
all spindly legged and awkward,
black with white markings.
By the time he took his first vertical leap
his sister had already figured out
how to manage the teat.
He wandered over to check it out, shouldered her aside,
and soon they were both sucking at the udder,
their little tails twitching like the small keys on
mechanical toys
winding down.
It was a beautiful day—big billowy clouds,
gulls screaming as they flew over to the ocean,
sky so blue it made your eyes ache.
wo days later the male kid curled up to take a nap
and died.
Born in San Francisco, Anya attended U.C. Berkeley. She moved to the Applegate in 1972, where she and her former husband bought 11 acres and built their log cabin, starting with logging their own trees. Over the years, she has gardened and raised goats, chickens, ducks, dogs, and cats. She earned her Master Gardener and Master Land Steward certifications. She wrote feature news stories for the Medford Mail Tribune for 13 years until the paper folded. Her hobbies include antiquing, cooking, jewelry making, silversmithing, basket making, sewing, stained glass, monoprinting, and planting trees
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