My grandma Edna had dairy goats. When my sister and I were little, we made her tell us over and over her "goat stories". It must have caused me some sort of brain damage because I've always wanted to get some goats, even though her stories were the kind that would make you never want any goats (goats playing on top of a brand new Cadillac, goats that got in the house, that sort of thing).

So what follows are our goat stories, dedicated to my grandma Edna. And the stories of our supreme dog, Sadie Lady, our feisty cock-a-tiel Sami, our horses Skipper and Peanut, Tess the goat-guardian donkey, and our three goats, Edna, Daisy and Blue Belle.

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

Multi-Species Farming

I had forgot the horses were in the back when I opened the gates this am. So Tess left and sort of stayed half between them and the run in shed. Just went out to take a look and she was in the paddock, could see the goats lying by the far stall.

Next thing, Skipper peeks his head out, he and Peanut were snoozing in the run in with the goats. So I kicked the whole menagerie out and shut the gates. Skipper seems to like Tess, walks by her without raising a big stink and she was grazing pretty close to him. Blue Belle likes Peanut, she was kissing him and pulling his tail, now they are fighting over the same pieces of grass. Edna is a little ticked that she can't get back in the paddock and Daisy is the one letting me know that Edna is ticked :)

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