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.

Thursday, June 23, 2011

Animal Shuffling

I locked the goats out of the paddock this am, but by the time Sadie and I walked it was raining.
So had to open the paddock back up. Left the crossbar at the stall door down so they could go in and eat a little, they were all at the hay bin. Later if I get a chance I'll go down and lock them out of there also. Tess is with horses. I know this week is crazy, and all this rain is not cooperating. But next week I think we should put the boys up front in the daytime and lock goats and Tess out of Paddock. I think she will stay with them if she has no one else. Also might just leave boys in front at night for a week. I have a feeling she likes the horses, so there might be nothing we can do about that, though she's perfectly fine with the goats if that's all she has for company.

Sadie just came running in and dove under the computer. Went to look outside to see what was going on. Down pour, saw Skipper racing across the pasture to get under the trees, Tess trotting along behind him. Now all three of them are under the trees, Tess in the middle. I think the boys have been more receptive to a girl than if we had got a gelding. Goats are in the barn, looking out at me, like I should be able to stop the rain.

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