Hijacked Blog

Snickers here! I know Millie was going to tell you what was so important, but I have even more important news.

Tayet is a delightful young lady that has begun a new meme on her blog In A Goat's Shoes.

This week's theme is "cats." That's why I had to hijack the blog; Millie wasn't going to tell you about it.

All you cats out there, you need to get your humans to check it out and link up a post that is all about you.

If you can't get them to do it, hijack their blog!

Go on over and link up by clicking HERE. I'll let Millie have her blog back tomorrow.

No Time to Post

I don't have time to post. I'm in a hurry. I have places to be and things to do.

There's no time to stop and smell the flowers.

I guess I better not rush too much.

I don't want to wear this fellow on my face.

Really, I'll be back to update you tomorrow.

Okay?

Naughty Rooster Boy

The human moved the peafowl and ducks back to their pen, but she didn't do anything with Naughty Rooster Boy and the two hens. She just left them and said, "Don't go in the yard."

Well, Rooster Boy was a free range bird until he was shut in last month. He was happy to be out.

He even had the company of one lovely hen.

The human reminded her that the dogs would eat her if she went in the yard. Looks like she's taking that warning to heart.

Where was the other hen?

She was too big of a, well, chicken to even come out of the building. Suppose she'll ever come out and enjoy being a free range hen?

She has the other two back in the building with her today. They are just sitting up there being hot. Bird brained chickens.

This Afternoon

This afternoon, just about dinner time, the human and her mom came into the barnyard. We all got ready to eat, but she didn't feed us.

She went in the building and came out without food, and went to the other building and came out without food, and went back to the other building. She kept doing this over and over. When she got done, there was a big change in the barnyard.

The peafowl and ducks are back in the big pen where they had been for a very long time. Those peafowl still haven't settled down from the human catching them. They just keep pacing back and forth.

The ducks were a bit calmer. They took a bath and then they felt at home again.

We had to wait forever to get our dinner. That Bud is always trying to get the first bite (he tries eating it before it hits the feed pan).

She did finally feed us though, so I'm happy again.

Guess what the human did with Naughty Rooster Boy~I'll tell you tomorrow who's right.

Linking to Homestead Barn Hop.

Playground Problems

There is a lovely oak tree where the kids like to play in the barnyard while we big goats are out in pasture. Look what happened last night with our little wind.

How upsetting. The llama was mad because the human shut the gate and he couldn't go out to the Back Forty.

We were trapped in the barnyard all day! With no food! Do you know what happens when we are all stuck together with no food? Fights break out.

Luckily, the human's wonderful dad and nephew came and worked. They had a very loud, noisy machine that ripped the tree into pieces. They brought the backhoe in to hold the tree while the other cut it up. When they left, the tree was moved.

I checked it out to make sure it was safe.

Of course, I had to taste the bark. Mmmmmm. Bark.

Then the kids decided to play on it. I guess it's still a playground for them.

When the human came home, she fixed the fence (sort of).

Boy, did that llama get out of there in a hurry!

We decided to take our time and much on the tree.

Snacks. Playing. Let me rethink this situation.

Well, maybe it won't be so bad, but it's still going to take some time to get used to.

Linking to Farmgirl Friday.

Not for Lunch

I was happily enjoying my meal, just browsing in the pasture. Look what landed on my clover!

I almost ate a butterfly. Ick!

New Friends for Naughty Rooster Boy

There's a bunch of these little chicks in a pen.

They'll grow up to be pretty laying hens.

At least we hope there are no more noisy roosters.