Today started out wonderful. They came and finished our new well today and I was told that we will have plenty of water and should not run out in the summer. I should be able to wash as many clothes as I want and water the garden to my heart's delight. That was great. I also got to talk to an old friend that I haven't seen in awhile. Later that day I was checking on the goat's water to make sure they had enough since it was a really hot day today and noticed that my dog kept trying to get under the boat that we have set up upside down for the goat's to play on and under. It is propped up by an old metal barrel that lays on it's side. Of course I had to go check and see what she was so interested in because we haven't been able to find one of my young bucklings for a few days and I was hoping he was hiding there and just wasn't coming out when I was in the field. Much to my horror I did find him but it wasn't the happy ending I was hoping for because I found my poor buckling laying dead in the barrel. I am heartbroken and keep blaming myself, saying that if maybe I had looked harder or went and looked for him as soon as I saw he wasn't with his friend then maybe he would be ok. Like a good friend told me today though, I cannot keep beating myself up about it, God is taking care of him now. I will really miss my little Wednesday (name my daughter gave him when he was born), he definitely was a very special little guy and will hold a place in my heart forever. Below is a picture of him.