Bob loves to make them little homes in the buckets and always returns them “to their friends” in the front pasture/pond. Which reminds me, I think there’s a pot of tadpoles around here somewhere that needs dumping too…
My mom called the other morning to say there was a dead doe in her front yard, and we came and got rid of it for her. My folks live above a pretty busy road – there are stairs up their back hill to their house. This poor creature must have been struck down there and come up looking for a quiet place to lay down and die. She had a pretty gnarly healed leg from a previous injury – I can’t imagine what it was like to walk around on that.
The mini-vanasaurus is a loaner from the car accident the 4runner was in. Hafta say, not a fan of the van. It uses less gas than I thought it would, but it’s still a pig. I can see them being highy useful if you had more than two children to haul around on a daily basis, but driving two kids around in that beast feels like HAULING and not driving. I like zipping around in my little Focus hatchback and it holds plenty. Our other vehicles each seat four kids, so unless we’re escorting around a team of children, I think we’re pretty well taken care of.
Something I love: Goat eyelashes.
I put Bucky in with the girls yesterday as his testicles had shrivelled up. Things went better than I thought they would (on Sooki’s first night, the other three chased her relentlessly). But I think it’s because they’ve seen and heard him for the last few weeks from his quarantine pen. I took him out last night (I know they won’t let him in the shelter) and will put him in with them today for good. The little ninnys have been playing “goat on a hot tin roof lately” and it’s a miracle there’s not been any broken limbs on account of their raging obesity. (Little Buffy on the ground there is actually pregnant and not just fat).
Maggie is sick, I’m a bit sick, Scott is sick. At least one of us looks cute despite it:
Our little ratball has been getting showered with tummy rubs since his return:
In other news, we lost a baby chick this morning due to over crowding. Squashed under the waterer. They really need to get outside, so I think instead of tattooing me Scott will be building a chicken tractor tonight. Foiled again!
You’re all sick too?
I took a week off of work to quell a nasty sore throat.
Garden still resembles a bunch of weeds.. maybe I will try my hand at raising weeds, I seem to be good at that.
Sorry to hear about little chickie and the deer.
Hope you all feel better soon.
Goat eyelashes are wonderful
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We had a fat goat when I was little, had oodles of character but hated men with a passion! It’s their ears that I love, the way they stick straight out at the side.
Hope you all feel better asap.
i love bob’s tattoos.
I love them too! This is probably a silly question, but are they permanent or drawn on with pens? Thanks for writing such a great blog.
The expression of pure bliss on Puppers’ face is a sight to behold!
my guys have yet to find a frog to cart around (this year) but many a caterpillar has lived out part of his day in a bucket full of leaves and grass
Hannah – One tattoo is drawn on with marker and the other is a press on. He’s got another 16 years to go to get tattooed.
Hello! I just love the toad pictures! Hannah loves frogs, toads and snakes too! Hope your little darling daughter gets well soon too!
~M~
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