Meet the Goats

The queen of the goats, leading them out to pasture. Try to ignore my loud, obnoxious voice.




Meet Frank, he's shy.
Here's Gabriel. He's the old man of the group.

Gophie, Ella named him. We got him as a baby after our wonderful Ahab died. Ahab, you will never be replaced!
But, we love Gophie too.

Little Zoe, she was born right here on our farm. Her dad was Starbuck who we had to give away due to his nasty behaviour.
That is her mother in the background, Dolly, the one with the little horns. She's shy too.
Now you are all better people after meeting our peaceful goats.

CHICKEN UPDATE!!

Jack has been growing his hair out and building a chicken coop. Yes, that is a pencil in his hair.

I drank a Bailey's milkshake to sooth a soul in hard times

Ella had a vanilla milkshake

We went to the fair and ground wheat,

saw some rear ends. Farm type bums, and even exotic bums.

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And other unmentionable body parts

The coop was finished,

and the chickens released. They were in our house, in a room next to the dining room. Yes, I know, very hygenic. Unfortunately, it was the only safe place for them at the time. We lost six of them to some small hungry predator. He stole three of them when they were out in the stall and then, desperate, came back for more after they had been put away. He climbed into the box and killed two more. He couldn't get them back out of the small space he had squeezed through so that is where we found them plus one mangled one. I had to drown her. It was very depressing.

But, we were able to sell 14 of them and keep our healthy 5. Now, we think they are safe. They are right outside our bedroom window where we can keep an eye on them and we put them inside the little house part at night.

Isn't she pretty?