Gambling...

Crystal, my little doeling died last night. She was doing great and then she was dying. The farmer thinks it was enterotoxemia due to antibiotics and grain overdose. Crystal was going to be the next breeding doe on the farm. The farmer was so happy that she was so beautiful. She was the best of both worlds -- my sweet personality and Zeus' top quality genetics. She wasn't supposed to be. She was supposed to be an Oberhasli buck. That's what the farmer was betting on. When she came out in all her pure white glory, the farmer started betting on her being a top-notch breeding goat. She died, so I guess that's why they call making bets "gambling". We are all devastated.