An ill wind blows no good.
Indeed, it doesn't.
At the height of the storm last night, part of one of the goat houses collapsed.
Unfortunately, that was the goat house that Ninas, Neala, Nola and Champagne and Gabby were spending the night in.
When it collapsed, it landed on little Neala.
By the time we got outside and got the goats out, Neala was dead.
I spent most of the night crying.
That little doeling had endeared herself to everyone here.
She was a delightfully friendly and affection kid, always eager to jump in a lap and nuzzle. She loved to cuddle and was our "living stuffed animal" , as she would trot in the house and plop herself on the couch to cuddle with me or anyone else that was sitting there anytime the back door was left open.
I will miss her so much.
Neala was so precious. I will miss my little girl goat.