Meg and Muffin. Mother and daughter.
Blessed be my girls.
I will miss you.
With the colder weather, I’ve started feeding a bit of grain each evening. My older girls haven’t been getting any, so I finally moved three of them into the yard. You know, I hadn’t had livestock in there for about a week. Muffin is 10 1/2, and she is really getting thin. After her brain injury, she hasn’t had any fight, so she just stands. I have to make sure she’s getting food.
Meg is one of my two oldest goats. She’s healthy, but at 12 3/4, she seems to be shrinking, kind of like human old ladies do.
Then there’s Helen. My brat. She’s been getting medicine for her arthritis for almost a year now. She still has a lot of spunk, and she’s in the worst physical shape of the three, but she’s the one picking on the other two.
Then, just for fun (read hay), Cutie Pie let herself back into the yard. She is fast enough she can outrun any of the three old ladies.
More likely, she is eating with Muffin and curling up with whomever she can for warmth. Silly kid.
I do hope you’ll come back to join me for Friday’s Hunt tomorrow. I have this week’s list at the top of my side bar.
I swear I don’t know where time goes.
My babies are growing up.
My herd is getting old.
I don’t know where the time has gone because it seems like just the blink of an eye.
I do hope you’ll join me this week for Friday’s Hunt. The items for this week are at the top of my sidebar.