Work, Work, Work

I just read how my good goat friend Pricilla's publicist wanted her to stand around and pose for pictures...for her publicist's blog.  Not even her own!  I told Pricilla she needed to put her hoof down.  Now I think I need to take my own advice.



The human made me write a guest blog post on her poetry blog.  I think I made a great poem, and then she just used it to try to sell copies of her novel.

tap, tap, tap under the silvery moon

old barn boards as my drum

tap, tap, tap a soothing rhythm

as I play my goat horns

chewing cud and ruminating on

the perfect life this old goat has

tap, tap, tap through the night

a comfort for my herd to hear

Did I mention she made me be a character in her book?

Now she made me pose for publicity shots.  She made me stand there surrounded by all kinds of yummy browse...weeds and mulberry bushes and flowers and nettles.

She wouldn't let me eat them!

Next time she says, "Millie, can you come here a minute?" this is going to be my answer!

That will show her!

Chachi's Big Head

For some reason, Boeris's kids seem to have big heads.  Really, the vets even commented on it to the human after they pulled big-headed kids this spring.



Chachi is a big boy all around.



It makes it a bit of a squeeze to get his head back on the right side of the fence.

He's awfully skilled though at directing those horns and twisting his face back through the opening backwards without being able to see where he's going.

That's talent. He must take after his Grandmaa Millie.

What do you think?

Blissful Lily

Lily certainly does look like she found the perfect scratching log.



Sugar watched her and saw how blissful she looked.





She decided she should try it too.



There's nothing like scratching bliss.

Our Big Boys

Our three big boys are in the small pasture like they were last year.  But this year, Marley is not a buck.

Marley, Boeris, and Fionn

That means Boeris is now the Big Daddy.

He spends his time annoying Marley, who doesn't even care about us does anymore.

 He just wants to eat grass and tree stumps.

Fionn is just glad Boeris is leaving him alone.

They make an interesting group of guys...

Never Enough

I swear...

No matter how long a doe stands there, it's never enough.

A Little Slip

Victoria was happy on top of the fallen tree.

She was just scratching her face.

Suddenly, her foot slipped!

Don't worry, she's fine.



Nothing but bruised pride.

Not So Tasty

I'm going to tell you

toadstools are not very tasty.