Thank goodness for friends with benefits, especially in the springtime when we long for life on a farm. When we heard a new miniature goat was born, we dropped everything to see the tiny new arrival. Fitting squarely in the hole of a cinderblock (where mom could keep her safe), she’s about the size of a small cat. Dubbed Naaa-tasha for her persistent and insistent bleating for mom, we snuggled her until dusk.