Playtime in the Wee Hours

I crept out early this morning long before the hens even thought of starting their egg production. The wind was howling so loud I knew I could get out to the barn without the whole farm knowing it. I peeked through the crack I left open to air the barn out in the crisp clean night air and what did I see but all the little one's romping and jumping around. They where full of energy and excitment. Even my sweet little twin girls where jumping all over their new home while Mother Goose watched on with sleep still on her mind. All of the kids jumped on their mothers back and then back onto the soft straw bedding. They looked like circus performers getting ready to amaze their audience. I wanted so badly to go in and play with them but this is the time I remind myself to let them have their lives without me placing my needs before theirs. I can not explain in words how seeing my two little twins being "Goat Babies" means to me. I guess I can not even call them "My Twins" because none of the four legged furry family members are MINE. I am lucky and blessed to be the one who gets to take care of them and at time get a peek into their silent world.