This is Steven, our
French Alpine goat. We've had him
since he was just a few months old.
Behind him you can see Mindy. She's shy, but
she's the brains behind our goat operation. Before she came along, Steven had no idea he could climb up on top of his house. She's a tiny pigmy, and on day one she just leapt up there.
We call her Mindy the Flying Goat
Here she is:
Mindy The Flying Goat lives for Ritz crackers. This morning we didn't have any. I offered whole wheat Saltines. This is the look she gave me. Steven ate the crackers.
Rowdy let the chickens free range yesterday and this morning. Where we live out here in the desert, that doesn't mean much in the way of
nutrition. It's a pretty barren landscape
But it means covering some new ground I guess. Anyway, the chickens always make me feel quite popular, following me around like I'm the messiah, bringer of all kitchen scraps. I try not to disappoint. Boy, do these ladies know how to dress.
Look at that spectacular
And then there's Fat Baxter. I threw out a beet for the chickens
and Baxter dragged it off. If he eats it, I'll post
a picture of his red face later. He tries to be tough and scare
the chickens, but it doesn't really work:
Poor Fat Baxter. He's a softie and about 13# over weight. There's no hope.
Now we are going for a family walk in the desert. Rowdy is laughing at Willie because it's taken him so long to get dressed this morning that he's had to go potty three times since he started. Willie is hollering that he doesn't like people
laughing at him. Which made me laugh at him.
Boonie is watching the world around him happily, saying
This is the face that greeted me when I woke up this morning:
Now you just really can't go wrong waking up to a face like that, can you?