More of the Herd

What is that?

Dolly

Rub-a-dub dub, it’s Dolly in a tub.

This just proves that goats and tubs are like cats and boxes.  Mr. Peacock isn’t technically part of the “herd,” but I just had to share him.

Glover and Jack took their turn in the tub with Haley beside them.  They all really like hopping in there and napping.  I came out one time and Onyx was in it with her boy.

Glover, Jack and Haley

The June kids on the picnic table.

Top: Jack Middle: Ivy, Sunshine, Lemuel: Bottom: Glover and Pretzel

I’m going to say that the llamas are a part of the herd.

Maybeline coming up from pasture in the evening

After all, they are here to protect the goats.

Aurora

I can’t believe how big the spring break kids are getting.

Jasmine and Aladdin, Pluto, Chunky with Cinnamon, Caroline and Purl behind

Perdita is still not happy about being re-weaned, but at least she’s going out to pasture with everyone and not sitting around crying now.

Popcorn is still sweet and cute. He’s a good boy.

Popcorn

So is Myson.  I still think it’s funny how he likes to stand up on top of things and watch over the rest of the herd.

Myson

The two bucks seem to like my tarp tent.  With the hot weather we’ve had again, it has been nice for them to be able to be under it and catch a breeze.

Xerxes and Freddie

Sometimes, Lemuel and Jack like to hop up in the cattle tank (it’s empty).

Lemuel, Sunshine, and Pretzel

They really are silly.

We Both Like Trees

Well, Myson and I have a disagreement on the way we like trees.  I like them growing in pasture.  He likes to eat them.

Man, is he tall when he stands on his back legs!

One Thing I Didn’t Miss

I had the herd divided in half for about a month.  I really prefer to have everyone together so it’s easier to see everyone and check on them and just hang out with them.

Pluto (I can’t believe how round he looks)

There is, however, one thing I did not miss while some of them were shut on the back side of the barnyard–Moose being away from my bird pen.

Moose in front of the chicken pen–the gate he constantly opens is chained.

It took all of about ten minutes before he was over there trying to open the door.  It’s not a big deal if the chickens get out.  I can always get them back in.

Easter Egg hen

Don’t know what kind she is

It is partly because he let one of the peacocks out and it got killed.  I’m still mad at that.

The one remaining peacock

It isn’t even that he let Hilda in and I had to wrangle her out so she didn’t overeat when my knee was still sore.  And Hilda is not what you would call a cooperative goat.

Hilda

The biggest issue is that he is going to kill himself and Myson.

Myson

Those fat wethers will get bladder stones eating chicken feed.

Moose

I cannot convince him to quit.  At least it was nice not worrying about it for a month.