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Some of the Gang

31 Jul

Just some leftovers from the last week.

Purl

Penelope on the brush pile with Addie coming to join her

This is how Bob has spent pretty much every day this summer.

Zinnia

Odie

Freddie waiting for head scratches or peanuts

one of the peacocks

Six and Fannie (who is very close to getting a horn apparatus attached)

the ganders

Chiffon, Venus, and Cookie

Aurora

Milo

Maybeline

I am working on kicking the geese out of the chicken building.

Moira

the young hens are getting braver

Joy

I know it’s kind of a photo overload, but I had a lot of leftovers this week.

Hot, Hazy Days

3 Jul

We have certainly reached the hot, humid days of summer where my camera fogs up the second I step out the door.

Fogged over Hera with Reva and Butterscotch in the back

It’s the kind of weather where you can almost hear the corn growing.

Front to back: Sonny, Cher, and Addie

Our temperatures are near 90°F (32.22°C), and the dew point is tropical.

Sisters from another mother: Moira and Venus

2TC

Cinquain (trying to lick Xerxes’s salt block), Seven and Joy

Maybeline

It’s the kind of weather that makes me want to stay inside, and even the goats and llamas are feeling it.

Penny

Tansy

Chiffon is really getting a lot nicer now that her sister is gone.

It looks like this trend is going to continue for the next couple of weeks.

Another Walk in Pasture

12 May

After the freeze debacle and continuing allergy issues, I once again decided I just had to get out of the house and try to enjoy the goats’ company again.  I put my mask on and picked up Popcorn in the barnyard.  For some reason, he was the only goat up here, and I really want him to go out to pasture to eat with the rest of the goats.  That was also a good excuse to go for a walk.  Anyhow, we started out following the trail.

Popcorn

We took time to nibble the grass.

We came across the llamas down on the bottom.

Odie and Maybeline

Eventually, we found the herd!  I was quite pleased to see that nobody was on the wrong side of the fence this time.

Well, mostly.  Butterscotch was nibbling through the fence.

Butterscotch

A lot of the goats were grazing.  Caroline rubbed against me so hard, she about knocked me over.  Myson came up for cheek scratchies.  It was nice.

Some of the girls were just lounging out there.

Holy goats, Hilda! How many kids are you going to have?

Venus

The kids were playing on the brush pile.

Then I turned around and saw Caroline–on the wrong side of the fence.  Seriously?

Caroline

I went back and got another nice panel to chop up and keep them from going under the fence.  I swear it’s a never-ending job.