I had planned on taking pictures of everybody this morning, but we spent an hour hanging with the goats and then my camera battery died. When we went out to do chores, I heard some tired little blats. I usually do goat chores last because I like them the most, but I decided to start with goats to investigate. Turns out that all of the goats and sheep had gone out to the back pasture, Suki included, leaving little Cindy Ray behind.
We hung out with Cindy Ray for a bit, while she pogoed on and off our backs, ate our shirts, did skateboard tricks and yelled for Mommy. I tried to take some video of her on my head with my little Flip camera, but it proved impossible. Suki was off eating grass, ignoring her baby, so I called her name and immediately she (and the rest of the gang) came thundering into the goat yard.
I wish there was a ruler beside these two girls, to give you an idea of scale. Alva, who is on the left, is now over a year old. She is about the size of a cocker spaniel. Cindy Ray is minute!
This is Eunice the sheep, my favourite of the two. I will be sad to eat her, she is now very friendly (you get mugged for treats going into the pen) and I like her big dark eyes. I am definitely sold on sheep. They are so… pleasant and sheepy. Goats, as I have mentioned many times before, have a tendency to jerkiness. Which also makes them hilarious… and on occasion, a tremendous (and literal) pain in the ass.
Bob did not want to leave the goat pen this morning.
Totally unrelated, here is a picture of my darling Meeps spraying Scott in the face after a 16K run. Something as you can see, she thoroughly enjoyed. We all do actually, and take turns soaking him.
Remember all that beautiful garlic I harvested recently? I left it out to cure, congratulating myself on such a nice haul this year. Oh, what a great job you did! I thought to myself. Ho, ho!
Well. I brought it into the kitchen. Where it proceeded practically overnight to grow a coat of mould. All over every head. That’s what I get for being uppity. So, I’ve been peeling off the mouldy paper and freezing the individual cloves. Which (believe me) I know is less delicious, but it’s really the only option. I’ll be using it to cook with anyway.
Speaking of cooking, I must admit to subscribing to Martha Stewart Magazine, and her little accompanying food mag this month had a super simple recipe for gnocchi, which I cannot waiiiiit to try out. This gives me an excuse to go to the Amish store and buy a potato ricer, and ogle all of the beautiful stainless steel, manual kitchen accessories which make me ever so giddy. I recently bought a “Whirly Pop” stove top popcorn popper there, because I was tired of making popcorn in a pot and WOW. Totally consistent and I have yet to burn any, which says a lot as we eat popcorn almost every day, and I am generally half a disaster in the kitchen. Enthusiasm only gets you so far, I have learned.