Not Amused

The human has not given me any sympathy for breaking my horn.



On top of that, she turned into a smart alec.

"Here," she says, "we'll give you a prosthetic horn."

These things don't work for playing my kind of music.  I can't tap with it at all.

Ribbons tickle!

Oh, that dang bell!

It hit me in the eye!

At least she moved those long stupid tickling ribbons.

I am not amused.  She better come up with something better.

Playing Horns

My human aka technical assistant finally figured out how to take a video and get it on the computer, so I'm trying a video today.

I hope this works and you can see me playing my horns.  You can also check it out HERE if that doesn't work.

Let me know if it works and if you'd like to see more videos or not.  Myson has one he'd like to share if you want to see it.

Heavy Metal Kind of Day

I was in a head-banging, heavy metal music kind of day today.

Sometimes a goat just has to rock out!

Tapping a Lullaby

I was tapping a gentle lullaby this morning.

It was for my girl Pebbles and her brand new baby buck Amos.

He's an awfully cute grandkid I think.

"Maa, your beard tickles!"

It was also for my grandkid Sugar and her two new bucks, my great-grandkids.

I can't tell you their names yet because Sugar won't tell the human what she's named them.  I don't want to spoil the surprise of when Sugar announces them.

All About Me

There is not much to talk about--the rain and fog and mud are still here, so we just stand in the barn and wait for it to quit. So I thought I'd tell you about my greatest passion--music. I am a very accomplished musician. From the time I was a little kid when my horns first grew out, I knew I was born to play them. I started by tapping gently on the cattle panel, or scratching on the wood. One of my favorite early styles of music was squeaking against the barn. If I spaced it just right, I could tip my head and squeak with every chew of the cud. I consider it my job to provide a lulling rhythm to help everyone sleep at night.
Recently, I expanded my musical stylings. My human brought the quansit hut. That heavy metal tin was just what I needed for some head banging! I can really wake the barnyard up. I rival the geese for volume. It's a whole new side of my creative energy. The only problem is that the tin shaves my horn. I didn't realilze how much it was damaging my beautiful horns until the day my human had to put a band aide on my left horn to stop it from bleeding. I think it really scared her because she made me stand still for the vet to come put a cast on it. My beautiful horn was wrapped. Then she had one put on my other horn. It was horrible! I could tap, but it really put a crimp in my music. I showed her though. I couldn't take not being able to play my music, and I worked and worked and worked and I got both of them pulled off! Ha! I showed her. You can't keep a musician down. I'll keep playing my horns forever!