I had read that sometimes, in the days before they kid, expectant mothers “talk” to their unborn babies. I knew by now that goats were intelligent, sensitive beings. Still, that seemed a little far-fetched, so when Ama began twisting her head around and making quietly, motherly murmurings to her belly, I was astounded. She baaed so softly, so sweetly in tones so different from any I had heard her utter before that there was no mistaking that she was talking to her kids. What was she telling them? Was she reassuring them? Wishing them safe passage? Urging them to hurry? Perhaps she was simply
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