Saturday, April 21, 2018

Goat day

We are celebrating the return of spring, no matter how brief, with lots of goat pics. Susan Sontag gave birth to little Ray Davies yesterday, so I am putting her in the header to replace the snow pic. Susan says it is now officially spring! Yay!
Tim decided to call him Ray Davies. We might keep him as a breeding buck.
Blossom (left) and her sister Rita could be the next to give us a kid or 2. They are ready to pop!
Rico (left, who was originally Rita until we found out he was a boy) and Jack don't know what all the fuss is about.

Johnny Cash, you sly dog you! I guess you were actually having your way with the girls! And we had no faith in you...

Friday, April 20, 2018

Good Friday

Not a lot to say except that this Friday was a good one compared to last Friday when we lost Lucille to a birthing issue. Today, Susan Sontag, our youngest female who didn't even look pregnant, delivered a healthy baby boy (I think).

Thank you Susan for making this a good Friday!

And yes, that is snow on the ground. Again.

Thursday, April 19, 2018

Thursday, April 19


Just so ya know...I hate least of my self...

And this one is not especially flattering. But WHY do we still have snow, every morning, and sometimes in the afternoon, in the middle of April? Did I mention the wind?

This one from this afternoon when I was walking a friend's beagle. It was about 40° and cloudy when I drove the half-mile to take her out. Then this snow squall after I went in and put her little coat on and came out for our nice spring walk.

It will be spring soon.


Saturday, April 14, 2018


We had to bury Lucille today.

She was our first adult goat. We got her from our friend Karen (The Goat Lady) in June of 2012, with her little doeling, Helen, and a buckling, Jack. All 3 in the pic to the right. 

She was mother to Helen, Beatrice, and Tony and Rose. That is a pregnant Lucille and pregnant daughter Beatrice in the second small pic.

Although she had several years of delivering kids with no problem, she had a difficult delivery last year, where the doe kid died a couple of days after, and she had a stillborn the year before.

Just yesterday we had to take her to the vet because she had gone into labor the night before but was unable to deliver a kid. Turns out she had 2 in there (which is common), both premature. One was dead, the other nearly dead. The vet had difficulty removing the kids, and poor Lucille must have had some internal damage because she died a few hours after we brought her home.
She was obviously in pain, and I am happy that she passed quickly.

Lucille was always the leader of the pack.

She will be missed by all.

Monday, April 9, 2018

Muddy floor

The stars of these photos are hard to focus on when all I see is the muddy floor. Mud season. Why bother cleaning it until the mud goes away?

Poor WillWill the cat had to make a trip to the vet today. When we came back, he was feeling brave enough to hang out with the Cyrus on the first floor while the WoodMan was outside. This is a BIG deal!

Progress! I thought perhaps this would convince Willie that it was safe to be on the first floor with the dogs and his buddy Monkey, the cat who prefers the company of dogs.

It worked. Willie came down again a few minutes later when both dogs were down here. They were as surprised as he was. They chased him and cornered him in the kitchen where he feared for his life (me too...for him) until I was able to grab them.

Needless to say he won't come down again any time soon.

Poor guy!

Friday, March 23, 2018

Sunny winter days

Oh wait, I'm sorry, it's spring!

It has been warm enough that the snow is melting. New icicles are replacing the old ones that crashed down making it sound like the house was being bombed from above. Now we just have to wait until the snow melts enough that I can walk the dogs somewhere other than down the driveway and across the busy road. Snow in March is all well and good, we are all just a bit bored with it at this point.

Update: A few minutes ago I posted this photo of MonkeyCat sleeping soundly on the green blanket. Just now, the WoodMan came over and reclaimed his spot.

Nice to see who owns the green blanket AND the sofa. Not the humans, for sure.

Friday, March 16, 2018

Snow is definitely prettier than mud

No BBQs just yet
These photos all from yesterday. The icicles are all around the house, but the best ones are outside the dining room window where the screen gets in the way of a good photo. The biggest one was about 5' tall, but it fell before I took this shot.

The sun was out most of yesterday, so the icicles are growing bigger and then crashing down. Today, more wind and snow and cold—high of 26°.

I am not worried, spring will come. And snow is preferable to the mud or the ice we had before.

Cyrus sees the deer. I do not.
He will sit out there with snow up to his belly, just waiting...
Woody, who is not on the leash or fenced in,
cares more about the pig poop/mud he can find under the snow.

Thursday, March 15, 2018

March and the disappearing bench

March 15, 2018
Last year this time we lost the bench in one huge snowstorm, almost 4 feet, maybe even more, hard to tell. This year we have been getting a little snow here and there. It melts and then comes back. Total accumulation is hard to judge, because we are getting wind making some serious drifts, and sun doing some serious melting all at the same time. I am guessing it is about 2 feet total on March 15, 2018.

March 15, 2017

Wednesday, March 14, 2018

Cabin fever

All that melting snow makes for some lovely icy adornments to the roof (last pic). When this is what it looks like from inside, it is difficult to get inspired to go outside. And we just keep getting more snow every day. Not a lot, just enough to keep it all covered in white.

So these boys are getting bored with all this quality time inside by the woodstove. What do they do when they're bored? Destroy the sofa, of course.

It was a nice Pottery Barn sofa so many years ago. Now it is one big dog bed/dog playpen. It's really fun to knock off all of the cushions and pillows and then chew on the nice wool blanket... Doncha think?

Alright, I'll get off the computer and take you for a walk.