WARNING: The photographs in this post are awful. I refuse, adamantly, to take any responsibility for this. Babies have their very own agenda and timing. No telling when they’ll decide to grace our earth with their presence. At the time of their arrival, the only thing handy was a prehistoric relic of a phone and we were desperately trying to keep our distance, so as not to disturb Mum or baby.
However, there was a distinct interest shown in seeing these buck as small as humanly (sorry, buckedly) possible, so I’ve included the initial “make the professionals cringe” material, in the hope that you get some of the experience.
WARNING TWO: The audio contains slight swearing. Once again, I deny all responsibility (I’m getting good at this). Men, apparently, have no natural paternal instinct and, being the tough-guy Starbuck thought himself, he was somewhat over-excitable and kept knocking over the poor, wobbly-legged thing.
UPDATE TO ABOVE WARNING: No warning required. I find I have no idea how to attach the video.
Alright then, as all the clever people that read my previous post now know, we are doing a time-warp. If you failed to, fear not, I am not calling you stupid, but it might make a whole lot more sense if you popped back there for the update.
Both girls had a baby each but not, as I may mislead you to believe, at the same time. However, I need to turn the “time-warp” into a “sound barrier speed-warp” for fear that I’ll spend the next 365 days posting about buck and neglecting the current animals.
The babies were healthy and happy and played together like real little cousins, learning how to head-butt and pronk like real little stars.