I wanted to rite and I was told I could so I am and I promise I will do a great gob as I am a great goaty. Cranberry said I shoudl rite about a new expir ... experience. So I can because well I can. One morning instead of just giving us our ... oh, I was reminded to say who I am but I am sure you know that I am Blackberry ... Instead of getting our grain in buckets while we were loss (or is it lose? Maybe it is loos?) in our stall we were tied to the fence. "Every good milk goat knows how to stand tied." we three doelings were told. I inhaled my grian as normal. Everything was great but then when I tried to walk away somthing happened! I couldn't! I know what a leash and collar feels like from being lead around but this time I didn't get to walk. I stood there contemplatively. It was boring! I looked over at Emm.
"You are supposed to stand," I was told.
"That is boring!" I replied, "I don't like this!"
"Don't worry," Emm said back, "Learning to respect the leash and collar is a good thing."
"I don't mind the leash and collar! They can come with me," I wailed, "It is the FENCE that is the problem. It won't budge!"Laughter greeted my saddness so I decided to try a new approach.
I first thought it would be fun to play with my bucket.
Then I tried laying down..
And rolling ....
And Pawing ...
Nothing really worked. I heard a maa from Sugar. "Don't worry Sugar!" I called back, "you are not alone!" I tried to reach her but my nose just .... wouldn't ... reach. Poor Sugar was all alone in distress and I couldn't help her! Then I realized! Where was Cranberry? Poor Cranberry! I screamed her name, "Cranberry!" No reply. Oh the sadness. Cranberry must have been eaten by the fence! But that doesn't make any sense at all. I laid down again to contemplate the fact of goat eating fences. No fence would eat a goat, I decided and then I walked away over to mom. "Blackberry," Cranberry called after me, "You are supposed to say how you liked the experience." "Milk is more important, if I can get some," I replied, "Besides, whatever experience are you talking about?"
Editors note -
Sugar was not in distress
And Cranberry was fine the whole time
These goats were supervised the whole time. Never leave a goat tied without watching them. You don't want them to get tangled and hurt.
Hi, this is Crispus. We haven't blogged in a while. It is Blackberry's fault. She was supposed to do a post but .... Well she doesn't sit still for very long so trying to get her to concentrate on writing is very difficult. "It is ADD," said Parsley, "Attention-Deficit Doeling," Parsley added for those of us with confused looks. "She is only active," replied Strawbaby her mom. Either way I wanted to update up on a very disturbing event that happened. I got WET! Yes, W-E-T, WET! We were waiting for our hay this morning and it started pouring. We three boys, me, bro, and Little Whitey rushed to get inside. But wait! Honey wouldn't let us it. It was dreadful. All we could do was stand in the down pour. I let out a small wail. Maybe someone would hear of our sad plight. Fortunately Emm was not to far away. She looked us over.
"It is barely dribbling," she said.
"It is a monsoon," I said.
"I don't even need a rain coat," she said next.
"I only have a fur coat," I replied next.
"I want one," chimed in Puden.
"Mom!" screamed Little Whitey.
Emm turned to leave but then looked at us again, "Is it really that bad?"
"Horrible." I said.
"It is a regular tsunami," squeaked Puden.
"That is a wave Puden," she corrected.
"No wonder I am so soaked," he squeaked back.
"Mom!" screamed Little Whitey.
"Son!" screamed his mom.
"Don't worry about us," I said deciding to play the strong one, "We can make it. Don't worry about us poor urchins stuck out in the cold. We might become skin and bones if we shiver any longer but I am positive we can pull through."
"Ok, fine." she said.
Honey was then locked into a different stall. Yeah! We all rushed inside to escape the blowing storm.
"You poor dears all happy now?" she asked scratching my head, "How about some breakfast?"
"Oh, thank you. I greatly appreciate it," I replied.
"Milk!" squeaked Puden.
"Mom! Food!" screamed Little Whitey.
Honey, "All that alfalfa sure looks good. I wonder why I don't get that much ...... (multiple dots is were the goat's mouth was to full to talk) ..... I only get a smidgen of hay too."
Crispus, "I thought it was ...... because you were fat."
Honey, "Son, it is not fat. It is the ........... marking of a good rumen. I have lovely dairy characteristics and thus ...... I have a very nicely developed rumen. I pass it down to my daughters and, ummm, yes, I do believe you are ........ showing the makings of my superior genetics as well."
Puden, "That lovely piece of alfalfa is mine!"
Crispus, "No, its mine!"
Bang, Clash!
Crispus, "Never mind, I found a better leaf."
Puden, ".................................."
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| Honey enjoying a snooze |
Hello, it is a pleasure to be writing. I am Cranberry. As Crispus wrote yesterday I requested to write today about our hoof trimming. It was our, the kids, first one yet. Emm came out and on entering our pen started to explain the proceedings to us. I gazed into her eyes and listened attentively. As did Crispus and I think Puden. Puden though kept interrupting with phrases like, "More milk?", "I love you," "Pet me, please," so that I doubt he was really paying any attention. Of course Sugar zoned out into eternal bliss when ever she was petted and only heard a smidgen and Blackberry didn't pay any attention but she did try for 10 seconds. Little Whitey didn't listen period.
At the ending of the lecture I was picked first since I am "so mature for my age." I hopped right onto the milking stand and I only kicked a little. It did tickle on the back feet so even though I did try to stand still I couldn't help tugging some. I got some grain and was put back with much praise. I was happy with the new experience. Blackberry went next and she kicked the whole time. Comes from not listening. Then Sugar. She put on the "I am being tortured face but I suppose I can endure." The grain satisfied her and she turned back into her pleasant self. At this point Emm turned to me and said, "Will you please be quite?"
"No! I want another turn! Me next! Me!" was my reply.
Then Crispus and Puden behaved the same so I suppose Puden did listen.
Little Whitey was next and he screamed the whole time.
"Help! I am caught! Help! Mooooommmmmm!" he screamed.
"Help! my son! He is stuck! He is lost!" his mom screamed back. There wasn't even three feet between them and they could still see each other but .....
And over all that racket Emm didn't hear my pleas that I needed another hoof trim. So that was it and I only got hoof trimmed once.
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| Me, Crispus. |
Crispus here! You know the handsome white buck. Yeah! Me! Today something dreadful happen. Me and my bro, Puden, were separated from the girls! Well technically the girls, my sisters and one aunt, were taken out of our pen and put in with all the other big girls. But anyway, isn't it outrageous? Now we are only in with Dad. H is fine but I can't chase him around. He isn't pretty and cute and darling and he doesn't smell good where the girls are all those things. Little Whitey, the son of the previous mentioned aunt, got to go over with the big girls too! Why I ask you? Because he is still small enough I am told. Small? Isn't that a bad thing? I mean I am the big handsome buck. The handsome buck that knows whose fault it is! It is the weather. Yes, the weather. I have heard many times from Emm, "Going to have to separate you because this weather makes you frisky.", "I can't take any chances with the warm weather running away.", "Since I don't know if you weathering took --", "When your weathering takes you can go back with them." See? It is the weathers fault! I have decided on my course of action. I am going to scream at the weather and the weather will either shape up and act like it is supposed too or it will come down to silence me and that is when I will grab it. I personally think the last option is the best, I will take hold of the weather and call for Emm to come see. I will hear the words, "Wow, you are now a weather goat, go and stay with the girls." Yahoo! ...... Now to figure out how to catch the weather .....
The little goats where playing this morning. Suddenly Puden calls out, "Wait pause, I must chew my cud!" He stands there with eyes half closed as all the other kids frolic around him. He chews. Then giving a gulp Puden calls out, "All right, I am finished!" and body slams the nearest goat.
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| Sugar |
This is Sugar. If you can't already tell by the picture she is a sweetie. One of her favorite places is my lap. If I every get down to her level Sugar comes running and 'plop'. Belly flops right into my lap.
