Behold two hundred bucks worth of 4x6s:

Organized a Fifth Concession Get Together this past Sunday for all the families who live on this long road called Concession 5.  There was not a very big turn out, despite my flyering.  (Though the chats were well, well worth it – we have the nicest neighbours).   I have volunteered to organize again next year, and I think perhaps I’ll do two rounds of flyers, one a month before and one a week before.

After a conversation with one of my neighbours there, I also think I’ll attend next months local W.I. (Women’s Institute) meeting.  The average age of women attending I think is 70, but if they take a liking to me I would bet my farm that I could learn a heck of a lot from hanging around those ladies!  My neighbours sweet pickles are, no exaggeration, the best I have ever eaten.  (I hardly shared and ate the whole jar in about three days).  The possibilities abound!

Poor Suki the Goat is sure succeeding in her role as decoy to protect our pregnant doe Buffy from the wrath of Dibly and Sainte Marie.  The trounce her ten times an hour.  They don’t let her sleep in the goat hut, so Scott nailed a piece of plywood to the side of it so she’d have somewhere to get out of the rain.  (It was raining the day we discovered that they weren’t letting her in, poor thing was outside MLAA-ting her face off, soaked.  Rain is goat kryptonite, so Scott took immediate action to help her out).   Everytime she sees me outside, she comes running to the fence, shouting.  Everytime I try to leave she tries to sneak out with me, and stands with her little face and hooves crammed through the fence as far as they can go, calling after me.  Sucky Suki, no doubt about it.  The power balance will shift again in August, when Buffy is due.  Hopefully things get better for her then.

Meeps has gotten her top teeth.  Behold her fierce shark like fangs!

She’s fierce I tell you, fierce!  Here she is geeking a SHEEP:

Alright!  Sun is shining, therefore we must go outside to play!