Tag Archives: Dolly

Not Starving

18 Oct

Even though the goats aren’t happy I shut them off the back part of the Back Forty, they are not starving.

2TC pigging out on leaves; Joani behind

Dolly

Cupid, Blaze, and Gidget

Dolly, Maisie, Casey, Joy, and others

The herd

Moose and Hilda

Purl

They will be just fine out there.

Spoiled

11 Oct

I might have some spoiled goats.  I know that’s hard to believe.

Dolly

But how can I deny Dolly?  She is my oldest goat; she’s cute and sweet, and I just can’t say “no” to that face.

Popcorn doesn’t eat with the other goats.  It’s probably wise–they still don’t fully accept him.  Jerks.

Maisie, Margarita, Moose, Cinnamon (Casey behind) (Wanda in front)

He just hangs out by the gate (with my other boy).

Popcorn and Sky

He has figured out that the milk room has sweet feed, so he’s been known to come over.

Again, how can I say “no” to that little cutie?  I can’t.

But he did get his first hooficure the other day while he was eating.

Myson managed to come into the milk room for the first time the other day to get his hooves done.

Myson

He makes the milk room look small.  Just saying.

Rainy Week

12 Sep

Oh my goatness.  No sooner than I report that we are in a severe drought than the forecast says rain.  It started raining Monday, and it hasn’t quit.

I don’t know how much we’ve had (probably close to three inches), but my redneck rain gauge is overflowing.

The dry, dusty air has been cleaned.

Xerxes

The colors are vibrant.

There are drops.  I’m loving it!

The goats aren’t quite as happy about being wet; although, Antigone says a girl has to eat to keep feeding kids, so she’s still out there.

Edith, Kate, and Antigone

The  barn smells a bit like a wet wool rug.

Tilly, Gill, Dolly, Tiger, and Reva; Aurora in back

Maybeline doesn’t look like she cares.

I’m thrilled with the rain, and I’m also happy to say that, with this first test of the tile my nephew put in, the swampy area at the end of the lane is not too bad.

The only critters who seem to truly love the rain are the geese.

They are doing their own little happy dance flight.