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In Memorium

These old ladies and gentlemen are gone now, but their legacy lives on in their kids and grandkids.

Heathero Kalidascope

(Fancy)

Fancy was one of those very special goats. Her flashy colors made her stand out in the ring and she did pretty well as a kid. As a first freshener a dog attack caused severe mastitis. She barely survived and lost half of her udder in the process. I had fallen in love with her as a kid and her breeders offered her to me.

Fancy was a clown. She was always into something. Her favorite trick was to find a stick or something and bang it against the fence to see how much noise she could make. She opened gates. Loved to visit everyone and to ride in the car.

She was seldom bred because of her udder, but, at 8, she had an unplanned daliance with my new Nigerian buck. The resluting quads became the start of my MiniMancha herd. Fancy still has several multiple great grandchildren here at Spiritwind.

I still miss her everytime I enter the barn.


Do Not Stand and Weep

Do not stand at my grave and weep. I am not there. I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that swiftly blow. I am the diamond glint on newly fallen snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the soft and gentle autumn rain. When you wake from sleep in the early morning hush, I am the swift, uplifting rush of quiet birds in circling flight. I am the soft, starlight at night. Do not stand at my grave and weep. I am not there. I do not sleep.


Lisa Helgesen
Spiritwind Nigerians & MiniManchas
Spiritwind@eurekanv.org
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