This Will Show the Human

This will show the human to lock me in the pen.

I got the cast ripped off my horn. All that's left is some of that silver stuff and the pad underneath the tape. Maybe now she'll see that I want to join the rest of the herd.

The Course of True Love

Maggie wandered down to the boys' pen this morning. She was all flirty and flicking her tail. Marley had to pull Jack aside to say, "Dude, she's my sister!"

Nothing, not even a big brother, can stand in the way of true love.

Isn't that sweet?

Small Packages

I've heard the human say that good things come in small packages. I wonder if she was talking about Fancy and Velvet.

Meg's twins are smaller than BeBop.

They are five months old. He is two and a half months old.

They are feisty girls!

But they are very, very small.

Locked Up

Weaned! My babies and I are being weaned! I'm so humiliated that I can't keep up with them. I haven't been so run down since the last time I had twins. That's when I got really sick, and she just wants us to be healthy.

At least it isn't just me. I have Scarlet locked in with me. I guess she's company, but she would not be my first choice.

The human said Kizzy might have to join us, but she wants her babies to be able to get a little older if Kizzy can hold out. She's getting extra feeding after everyone else is done.

Bambi and Beau stayed up here by me when everyone else went to pasture, so the human gave them some goat chow. Scarlet's babies could have had some sweet feed too, but they went out to pasture with the rest of the herd.

I hate to admit it, but she is right. Look at the difference in tails. Up tails are happy, healthy goats. Down tails are tired, run-down goats.

Bambi is doing pretty good, but Beau is kind of thin and not feeling great either. He doesn't want to browse or eat grain. He just wants to nurse. Look how empty my udder is after 24 hours.

I'm humiliated. I'm supposed to be the milking nanny, and she isn't even going to milk me. She says I need to take care of myself, but I am so upset. Then I'm retiring! How awful.

Munch Munch

My Turn!!!!

Angel, Vixen, my kids and I all stayed up from pasture.

They brought more hay!

Yummy! Yummy! Yummy!

We all enjoyed a feast with no big pushy piggy goats.

Darn!

I finally went out to pasture with everyone. The human didn't even take me out, and then I notice this...

I knew there was a reason I didn't want to leave the barnyard. I missed them unloading hay. Darn!

Minnie Pearl

Minnie Pearl is my twin sister. She was born to be a milking nanny. Now, she's the head of the herd since she knocked Cutie down a notch. I'm proud of my twin because she's really found her groove!

Minnie was born to be a milking nanny, but she was horribly neurotic as a mother. As soon as she'd go into labor, she'd scream and yell and make the human sit there and hold her hoof. The first time, the human was worried and she even called the vet. When he arrived, he promptly told the human that she and Minnie were both being big babies. Okay, he said it much nicer. That's what I would have told the human if she had asked me.

She has improved over the years, but last time she even had the human's mom out there. She let her lick the whipped cream off her strawberry shortcake. Honestly, I should act like a big baby and see what it gets me.

Anyhow, Minnie retired because her stomach muscles are starting to sag and her back and feet were aching. Wow! Her coat is thick and glossy and I must say, she's almost a bit chubby. Retirement has been good for her. She just can't get over the not being a milking nanny. What's she do? She starts lactating just so she can be a milking nanny (true story of the power of positive thinking).

She's really doing a whiz bang job of taking care of the herd. When the human led me out to pasture tonight (yes, I make her because my back and feet ache and she should give me hay),

Minnie helped her bring Angel and Vixen out to pasture. Their mom Cutie left them behind.

Then she hung out with Bud and Flower and coaxed them into pasture with the goats (not the human) for the first time ever. That's my twin sister, Minnie Pearl.

BeBop

BeBop seemed to really be enjoying himself out in pasture.

He found this rose bush to be particularly tasty.

The human likes it when we eat these things that poke and scratch her.

It looks like he needs to grow a bit more! Keep eating.

Maybe, he could flap those ears and fly to the top of that shoot.

Treat Tub

With all the wet weather it's been hard for us to go out to pasture to eat. We don't like to get wet you know. Anyhow, the human asked me if there was anything she could do that would help us stay healthy with this difficult year.

All that water makes the worm eggs float, and then it's more likely the kids (or those big girls down low on the food chain) will be wormy. Nutrition and overall health places a big part in staying healthy despite those evil parasites. Back to the human. I told her we needed a lick tub.

Then I thought about it and decided we'd better have two. Then I'd actually be able to get some. Well, I didn't think she'd listen to me, but then she came carrying in a blue bucket. Then she brought in another one. She really did bring us the two lick tubs just like I requested! Sadie even thinks it will make a good head scratcher.

Quick Question

Is it just me, or does Joe need to get her girl, Bekka, a bigger feed pan?

Dolly

Is it just me, or does Dolly look like she was wet all over? (You can tell if you click to enlarge the picture, but you can take my word for it.)

Thankfully, it hasn't rained today. I think she must have been pushed into the drainage ditch.

Guess that will teach her to pick on Kizzy! She doesn't look too happy about the picture, does she?

Not so Hairbrained

Remember when the human had that crazy idea to keep Vixen from getting her head stuck in the fence--duct tape and a stick.

Well she didn't use a spoon, but her next idea was just about the same.

It worked so well that she got the boy to help her. He cut some little pieces and helped hold the kids and ta-dah.

Pistol is not going to get her head stuck anymore!

She doesn't need anything. Fancy's not getting her head stuck.

Red is safe from getting stuck!

How did this pictures of Snickers get in here? Oh well. He doesn't fit in that bag very well does he?

I Dream

I dream of a place where the sun is always shining.

There is grass a plenty

along with pleasant company.

Pasture, flowers and trees as much as we want.

There is no mud, no sick, no bugs.

No grumpy personalities to clash horns.

All day long goats frolic and play together.

Stumps and jungle gyms and rock piles

abound for us to climb.

Boys don't get stinky and we ladies are never hot.

Horns are free because there are no fences.

Always a bed of fresh straw outside under the stars.

On golden harps I will strum with my musical horns.

On Earth no such place may exist,

But when we return home

It is a place where the sun is always shining.

No, I'm not dead or dying, but Misty chose to return home. After taking a bottle for a while and starting to recover, she decided to give up on this life. No matter what, she was not going to eat or drink other than water.

That silly human seems to think she should be able to give us a perfect existence. Sometimes I have to remind her that this world is not perfect, and she can't make it so no matter how hard she tries. When someone decides to give up, you cannot force them to live. Silly human. I thought the poem would be nicer than butting her in the booty to knock some sense into her.

Too Much Rain

Here is our feed pan again this morning.

I guess we are supposed to be lucky according to the human. Other places have it a lot worse. She tells about the floods on her blog.

I guess we are lucky that we are just dealing with mud and parasites and mud and crowded buildings and mud and watery pastures and mud. All of us here are sending goat blessings to those who are not as lucky.

I'm Embarrassed

I have had a hard time keeping up with two kids, one of whom permanently is attached to me. I have big healthy babies, but I admit, I am not in my best condition.

The human keeps milking Jilly and Minnie and letting them eat extra, but they don't need the extra food. Dare I say they are almost fat.

She has brought me a bit of sweet goat feed, and it's so yummy that I just gobble it down.

Tonight, Cutie was trying to get MY extra feed, so I was eating as fast as I could. I choked.

The human tried giving me the Heimlich. I'm not sure if she saved my life or it was just my coughing and sputtering, but I was very happy to start breathing again.

Can you give a goat the Heimlich? The human was very scared. She was not very happy with me, and I am very embarrassed. She said I had to admit to my behaviors as my punishment.

Rain Gauge

This is what our feed pans all looked like this morning.

Make it stop! No more mud. All I need to be happy is a bit of dry ground and a fence to play my horns.

Is that asking too much?

Bob Makes Friends

This is Bob. He spends a lot of time in the barnyard.

Everyone seems to want to be his friend. Little Miss Maddie introduces herself.

Bekka gives him a good sniff to see if he would be friend material.

Now Bob returns the favor.

Even big Sally wants to check him out. She certainly got his attention. After all, she's a giant compared to him.

I wish I were as popular as Bob.