Me's Bah Bah

Me's and Maise gets a bah bah every nights.  That's it~just one. :-(  We's should gets more.

Maisie sucks her bah bah flatterest. 

Me's just drinks me's bah bah.

The humans laughs at mes cuz me drools.  That's not nice!

Me's not sharing wif me's twin brofer Miranda.

Maisie and me's thinks our bah bahs bes lip-lickin' gooderest!

Me's wants more bah bahs.

He Doesn't Get it from Me

Myson seems to have a problem.

He keeps putting his head through the fence~in those itty bitty places.

Silly kid. He didn't get that from my side of the family. He must have gotten it from the human.

"Quit with the pictures and help me maaaaaa!!!!!!"

Mmmm. A bottle makes it all better!

Kids Visit

We had some kids visit yesterday. They started in the house to see and help feed Myson.

Then they came outside with Myson.

Then the best part of the visit~

I got green grass

and nose scritches.

Yummy. I like when visitors give me treats!

The Mad Dash

The human and her mom went into the pasture and climbed to the top of Dead Tree Hill. She stood there and hollered, "Fionn, Cinnamon, Haley, Harley." Look what happened!

She created a stampede! Look at that Bullwinkle fly!

Here comes Cinnamon followed by Fionn.

They are so happy to see the human's mom (or the bottles she's holding).

Ah, milk. It does a kid good.

Another Bottle Baby or Two

The human has been feeding all kinds of bottle kids because of three sets of triplets and Annie ignoring one of her kids. Guess who's finally taking a bottle!

Harley!

After she and mom were both sick, the human started babying them.

Harley finally decided to take a bottle.

Here is her mom checking things out (probably relieved).

What!!!!

Is she really trying to drink from that bottle?

Is the human really letting her drink from the bottle?

I suppose it will help her feel better too. There's nothing like goat milk to promote good health!

Too bad it's not real milk.

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Goings on Around the Barnyard

Hi there blogging world. This is Angel Osboer here. I am one of Cutie's twins. I thought I'd take a turn at writing today. I have a lot to say. My twin sister, Vixen, and I used to be the top kids here. The human and her mom would come and give us bottles and treat us so well. Now, we're nothing. We've been replaced by those kids of Mabel's.

Look at that. They get all the attention now. I haven't even gotten my bottle in two days. The human says we're so big that we don't need a bottle anymore. But I WANT my bottle. It's not fair. We're still cute. We holler and holler. I know the human can hear us because we inherited our grandpa Ozzy Osboer's giant yell. You can hear it all over the farm. I just don't get why she's ignoring us.

Not only do we have Mabel's babies to put up with, but more goslings hatched. The two moms and two dads with the five babies are not happy that the third mom hatched three more babies.

The big babies and other parents are not very nice to the little babies. The human says they need to go on Craig's List, whatever that is. I just hope it means there are going to be fewer geese. They try to eat our corn. I don't know why the human doesn't put all of our food in the pans instead of throwing some of it on the ground. We have to sort through the grass and fight with the geese to find it.

Oh, look at me up on the top of the world. Well, it feels like the top of the world when I play up there. I can see the happenings all around the farm, even in the yard. The human spent a lot of time in there today. She was planting a garden. I hope we get all the good stuff she was planting: peppers and tomatoes and zucchini.

What do you suppose will grow from that big black seed? I bet it isn't a green bean.

Does he look like he's ready to move and let them finish planting my yummy munchies? I don't think so.

There's Mushu. At least he was helping from the fence row, not the garden row. I like it when he isn't barking at us. I run when he gets close. You'd think he was actually trying to scare us and make us run. Well, my mom says it's bed time, so good night. Thanks to my half-aunt Millie for letting me talk tonight.