The Great Escape!

Pepper was the first to notice it when we were let out to the pasture in the morning.
She said, "I think the fence is off".
I said, "No, it's never off. You test it".
"I don't like getting shocked! I don't want to test it", Pepper replied. "Let's get Cookie to test it".
"How will we get her to test it? She's even more of a scaredy-goat than you", I snorted.
"Let's trick her into testing it" Pepper said.
"Good idea", I said. "Hey Cookie! Come over here for a minute."
Cookie came running over to the fence.
"Cookie, look at this bush on the other side of the fence". When she turned to look, Pepper gave her a headbutt and pushed her into the fence. Cookie fell over the fence, knocking it down. Pepper walked over Cookie and into the great forest of delicious leaves. I followed Pepper. Cookie followed me.
"You'll get in trouble!" Gloria called after us. She stayed inside the pasture on her thinking stump and mulled over the situation.

When the farmer came home she saw that the fence was knocked down and the goats were wandering around the yard. She quickly grabbed Pepper, Cookie, and I and put us in the barn in our pens. She then went and let Gloria out of the pasture and put her in her stall.
"Good girl, Gloria" the farmer said as she gave Gloria a scratch and an extra grain treat.
"You are all bad girls" the farmer said to the rest of us. We didn't get any extra grain treats that night, but it was okay because I know I was not in the mood for any extra food after the buffet I had earlier in the day. Oy!

Dawn of the Does

We are watching you!










I am watching you!!

Where did I go?

"Where did I go?", you might be asking if you are a fan of this blog. I didn't go anywhere. Nope, nowhere. I haven't been able to post because the farmer has been busy training her new farm helper - "Baby Emily". I am not too impressed with her progress in training. By three months old, my babies are already learning to jump off of high places, climb the gate for grain treats, and they are ready to be weaned from milk. So far in three months, Baby Emily has learned only not to scream so much while the farmer is busy milking me. Sheesh! That's not much of an accomplishment if you ask me! I often wonder what the farmer has been training her to do, if anything at all. She can't even hand out one grain treat yet. Human babies are so unrefined.

So, what's going on with me, you ask? I am well. The summer has been good to me. I had twin boys this year, if you remember. Both of them grew up to be strong and happy by three months old (unlike some other baby we have around here!). They went off to their new home to entertain a young girl with cancer. I hope they are behaving themselves and are keeping the girl happy.

Finally we have a real summer of sun and heat and not so much rain. The last couple of summers have been rainy. Us goats do not like the rain. It's wet and cold and very un-fun. Sometimes when it rains the farmer lets us stay in the barn for the day. That is boring but at least we get some hay for breakfast and we don't get wet. Sometimes, though, we aren't so lucky and the farmer makes us stay outside in the rain huddled under the pine tree. Yuck! Well, I digress.... Summer has been good this year. I am fat and shiny. The other goats are fat and shiny as well (some fatter than others -- Pepper Ann!). Fall is coming. It's getting colder and the leaves are starting to change. Oh well, all good things must come to an end.

On another note, the farmer says she has found me a boyfriend for the fall. His name is "Jazz" and he is quite handsome. He's a Nubian (patooey!) cross, but I have been assured that the Nubian part of him is very faint and hardly noticeable. The farmer says she is trading him for my roommate, Martha. Martha has been acting badly and was put on the list to leave the farm. She was being silly and running away from the farm sitter when the farmer went on vacation. That kind of thing is not allowed and Martha must now find a new home. Also, the farmer says that 5 goats is too many for the small red barn in the winter time. I will miss my roommate, but I will be happy to meet my new boyfriend. Here is a picture of him (please disregard the Nubian (patooey!) ears).

Well, that is all that is happening with me. Later!

A Face Only a Mother Could Love!

Nubians! Ick!!

Cookie Comes Back!

I thought the farmer had settled on ONE Nubian being enough for the farm. Well, lo and behold, who shows back up yesterday, but Cookie. Cookie is Pepper Ann's kid from last year. Pepper Ann is the one Nubian we had, which I thought was satisfactory. Pepper Ann is a big pain in the butt, but as long as there are only one of her, it's manageable. Now there's two of her!

Cookie came to the barn last night and was put in with my boys. The farmer figured since the boys were big enough to hold their own but not too big as to beat up the new arrival, that they would be good house-mates for Cookie. Cookie did well during the night and doesn't seem to be as whiny as her mother (thank God!). This morning the farmer opened the door to the outside pen for the boys. Cookie went through the door and then a horrible racket was heard! Cookie was bouncing off the fencing on all three sides of the pen. She must not have seen it because she kept running into it. The farmer told her to knock it off and Cookie did. No one ever said Nubians were the smartest breed.......

After that little episode, the farmer put the big girls outside (me included) and I luckily don't have to deal with Cookie again until dinnertime when I come back into the barn. Whew!

New Pictures!

The farmer got a new camera. Here is what she took pictures of this morning.


My two boys. My how they have grown!!!

Grandma Gloria says, "What are you doing out of your pen?!"

All of the adults out in the morning. Can you spot the Toggenburg?

The barn in the morning. It's still a little dark out at 6am.

My Babies!

My babies are a week old now. They have graduated from the house to the garage to the barn. Here they are all curled up in the barn, taking a nap.

Here's me and my new babies when they were born.

Here's the farmer and my baby.