Happy Mother's Day

Even though this is two years old, it's my favorite Mother's Day picture ever. It is Joe and me. From one mother to another, have a wonderful day.

Buzz Buzz

Lately, I've been seeing these. That scares me. Oh, sure, they are a lot smaller than me. I've never been hurt by one, but they still scare me.

Two years ago, when Pam was a baby, she had an accident with one of these. She got stung. At first, the human thought she had an infection in a horn injury. I tried to tell her what happened, but instead, she saw the vet who scrubbed Pam's horn and gave her antibiotics and an anti-inflammatory. By that night, her whole face was swollen. The human continued with the doctor's instructions of giving the anti-inflammatory and antibiotics. By the morning, her breathing was labored and her whole body was swollen.

I don't know why that silly human doesn't listen to me. It would make life much easier. Finally, she figured out that Pam was having an allergic reaction. There is nothing to be allergic to around here but bee stings. If you know anything about bee stings, the worst thing you can do is take an anti-inflammatory. The vet came out and gave her a different shot to help the swelling. Pam also got to go in the house to be in the air conditioning. That really helped the swelling and breathing. When she came back out into the heat and humidity later, she did swell back up again, but her breathing was no longer dangerous. She did recover.

I don't know why that silly human doesn't listen to me. Life would be easier. I hope I never get stung. I hope my babies aren't allergic to bee stings. Do you think they make Epi pens for goats?

What is That?

Sunday afternoon we were minding our own business, just lounging around waiting for our dinner, when the human came driving into the barnyard in the new red Ranger. She never drives into the barnyard, and here she was doing it twice in one day. This time, however, she drove right through the barnyard and up by the barn. I checked to see what she was doing.

There was some kind of box back there. I just couldn't quite tell what it was.

What could that possibly be?

Oh great, just what we need. It was finally quiet (not really quiet, but not quite so loud) around here. Now there's another one of those things to yell, "Help," all day long.

A Bad Influence

Sugar was on the wrong side of the fence. This is not good because she was all by herself. If she got scared and ran the wrong way, she would be on the road.

I know this is all Pistol's fault. My Pebbles would never have a naughty kid. I'm sure the only reason Sugar was a naughty girl is because she has been following Pistol.

After all, Pistol is older (by two days) and it had to be that she led my innocent grandkid astray. I bet Pistol dared her to do it. Luckily, she found her way back in without anything bad happening.

I wish we could go over into the tall grass on the other side of the pasture. The human let the bovine and llama go over there, and I think we should get to also.

Weed Eater

The human usually doesn't let us help her as much as we would like, but yesterday we got to surprise her. She left the gate to the driveway unchained, and Mabel was quick to figure that out. We all decided to go out and help her get rid of the weeds. We cleared the fencerow of the nettles (yummy) and scrub mulberry bushes. We got rid of everything under the old gas tank.

Like many kids, the goat kids got distracted and decided to play in the ranger. They left hoof prints all over the seat.

We warned them, but they left other evidence of their playing too.

We got as much of the rose bush as we could reach. You'll notice we got all but the very top part. We worked so hard on this, and we really enjoyed this job. Jack really wanted to come out and help us, but the human didn't leave his gate open.

We worked on the cherry bushes. They are quite tall, and we couldn't get all the way to the top on them. Marley and Jack were very impressed with what a good job we did.

Some of us tried the weeds (she calls them hostas) under the cherry bushes, but the they didn't really taste too good, and we figured she wouldn't be too mad if we left a little. After all, we got rid of a lot of green stuff.

By the time we finished, Joe was taking a nap and Jilly had curled up on top of the cattle tank waiting to be hauled away. Lily, Muffin, Betty Lou and Helen had found their way into the lean to and was eating a bale of straw--go figure. All this hard work, and the human didn't even say thank you!

Barney

Oh my, it's been a busy weekend. The human has been running around like crazy this weekend: north, up, down, around, south, and inside out. I'm not sure what all she was doing, but I guess she'll tell you about it in her blog. As for my weekend in the barnyard, I don't know where to start.

Usually when our kids leave the farm we get sad, especially the boys. We don't know where they go because we've never left the farm, but the human never seems happy about it. But yesterday when she loaded Barney up, she was cheerful.

She was talking to him about going to his own forever farm where he would get to dance and frolic and make babies and live a long happy life. Yeah for Barney!

Today

Can you believe what happened to me today?

Hope your day was better than mine!