Protest

Lately, we've had a bit of a problem trying to find a nice clean drink of water. We have several buckets to drink from, and our human fills them several times a day.

Still, we can't find a decent bucket of water to drink. It's positively gross.

How would you like to drink from this. It is positively muddy and with feathers and bits of grass and stuff.

I believe we know what the problem is. It is really quite obvious.

The geese have sharp serrated beaks that they use to rip grass from the ground. They also have funky things along their tongues that they can use to filter a mouthful of dirt to separate the dirt from the good stuff (bugs, roots, etc.).

They stick their mouth full of dirt in our nice bucket of water and force the dirt out while retaining the good stuff. That makes our water gross. Our human needs to do something about this.

It's not our fault the backhoe operator mangled the kiddie pool for the geese.

She might as well ask us to drink from the mud puddle. Look--there is a little piece of the wading pool.

As the president of the goat union here at Eden Hills, I decided to organize a protest.

We will form a picket line. Here, Stormy helps twin sister Litha get a sign fixed into her collar.

Mabel checks out the sign, ready to help us in our efforts to gain clean water without geese.

Minnie was absolutely no help; she just ate the sign she was supposed to picket with.

Barney reads the sign his mother carries in her collar.

I'm sure this will work. We'll picket until we get rid of those geese and don't have to put up with feathers and dirt in our water buckets!

Rain and Geese

It's foggy out today. And rainy. Did I mention that goats don't like rain? It runs down my horns. It drips from my beard. The whole barnyard has a wet goat smell. It's not as bad as a wet dog smell, but definitely not how you want to smell if company is coming. Some of the silly kids have been playing in the mud and have mud almost up to their knees. Joe and I spent most of the day in the quansit hut avoiding the rain.

Do you know what those geese do? They don't even try to walk around a mud puddle. They act like it's the best thing since a slice of fresh bread. They actually take a bath in it. That's right--a bath in a mud puddle, flapping their wings and honking and making quite the ruckus. It doesn't seem to me like it would do much good, but they sure look like they are having fun.