Out to Pasture

I have never had a pasture. Until this year that is. My most favorite thing in the world is a pasture. On road trips I am always looking at pastures that belong to other people wishing it was mine. I have pasture envy.
This year I have pasture. With the sad demise of Sunny, and Penne moving on to greener pastures, I suddenly have a pasture be it ever so small.



Everyone is enjoying the pasture.







Who knew that something so simple as a bunch of grass could make me so happy.

My Calling

After many years of wondering what I should do with my life I have found my true calling. Sharing the joy of animals with children. After the experience of having 60 kids at once on my small farm I have come to appreciate a couple at a time. The animals appreciate it too.
My friend brought her nephews to the farm to see the animals. The baby goats appeared to be their favorite.



Learning to put the baby down gently.


Daphne cooperated long enough for a good tummy rub.



So this is why I have 15 goats, 15 chickens, 2 pigs and a llama. I thought I was just crazy.


This is the only photo I can take credit for as the rest were taken by foxtrot photography

Monkey in the Middle

This is Curious George but he thinks his name is Monkey. That's what I call him. He is a friendly little guy with a little monkey face. I love this little goat and when I pick him up I promise to find him a good home or he's not going anywhere. I tell him he shall wear a collar and carry a small pack filled with chocolates.




Maybe Filbert needs a sidekick.

Olive

What'd You Do Alice?

This morning I was telling Hubby that Alice may deliver while I was away and what he had to do for her if that should happen. He looked a little worried but I assured him that he could do it...and then gave him the goatfarmer's number.

So what a surprise when taking a break from splitting logs we heard a small cry coming from the goat pen. I rushed to see what was happening. Alice peeked over the top of the igloo with a guilty look on her face. Walking around to the other side I noticed a little black and white baby, newly born. I swear Alice hadn't even been in labor. A half an hour before she was munching hay and looking quite comfortable. This little baby just fell out of her and she didn't quite know what to do with it.
She then got down to business and popped out another. And then another.

Hubby leaned over the fence, looked at all the babies, and said, "Well that wasn't so hard."





Alice produced 2 blue-eyed doelings with ears and 1 buckling with his mother's ears. No one was more surprised than Alice.

A Flip of a Coin

This is what happens when you flip a coin with the goatfarmer and heads Alice goes in with the buck and tails she doesn't. Then, after you let her out of the buck pen, you count the months and realize she is due on the day you leave for a trip.
So you suggest to the goatfarmer that maybe she didn't get bred.

The goatfarmer says, "Oh she's bred alright."

S.A.D.

The sun is out. It all seems do-able now.

Boots and Friend

photo by foxtrot photography