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Just Pictures

14 Oct

I can’t get enough of the beautiful fall colors; sadly, they are about done.

2TC and Penelope

Aurora in front of the neighbor’s derecho battered corn

Hilda (in heat) and Xerxes

Poor free-range hen hasn’t gotten to free-range since the derecho.

Tilly

Myson

Trace

“Did you bring me a peanut? I don’t care if it’s unsalted.” -Chiffon

Mary

Maybeline

Moose

Myson front and center

Trying to decide if he wants to come out and face the day. I know that feeling.

Unsalted

13 Oct

Bubbles looks sweet, but she has more than a healthy dose of attitude.

Bubbles

She’s the hardest to give her copper; I have to straddle her and wrestle a little bit to get the capsule down her.  Thankfully, most of the goats aren’t that bad.

Flower

Some are super easy.  I have to watch out or they’ll try to sneak seconds.

Cupid needs more orange instead of brown spots.

Peanuts make it so much easier to give my goats their copper capsules.

Chiffon

Unfortunately, the last bag of peanuts I picked up was unsalted.  It was an accident.

Casey

It has made it more of a challenge though.  I have some who have actually turned their noses up at them.

Moira

Xerxes refused to eat his; later he ate one that was just a peanut (not peanut butter and copper capsule on the inside).  Now that had me wondering if my peanut butter is stale or something.

Xerxes

Luckily, the next day he gobbled it down!  I will try to get some salted peanuts for them though before next time.

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.