Hello to all!
I am posting so rarely that I’m very awkward at even starting a post. I’ll start with a complaint about this past week. My cousin’s husband dropped dead of a heart attack. Age 63. Ashlee’s bf’s uncle dropped dead, possible aneurysm, age 56. A dear friend of mine attempted to commit suicide. She failed, thank goodness, and was in hospital for a week, but is now doing a lot better. My dad got stomach flu, but had chest pain and shortness of breath, so ended up in ER and then hospital for the night. Happily, all of the tests showed his heart is fine and he probably just had a virus.
So, this week has been a bit traumatizing. My nerves are a-frazzled.
But, as always in life, the trauma passes and things will stabilize.
The good news! We picked up our baby goats two weeks ago! They are ADORABLE and the friendliest little guys. They are so small….barely taller than the chickens…but, they are hefty little buggers. Probably 20 pounds each. They just love attention and scritches and they jump up on us wanting to be picked up. Pretty funny little dudes.
Pictures!
This little dude is Newt. The two white babies are Gus and Woodrow. We named them after characters from Lonesome Dove.
So, here we have the goats and chickens all settled in together. Peace and harmony! 🙂
The peace and harmony picture is up at the top of the post. Like I said……awkward! 😀
Lauri's Blerg 
Life is awkward! You get crap just when things are looking great; you get beauty and love when things are in the toilet. I also think when you hit a certain age you start noticing that more people in your life are dying, getting sick, are having problems. It’s not like when we were younger and “everyone” was getting married, having babies, sending us pictures of their kid’s first day at school, etc. (I haven’t gotten to the point where, like my dad, I check the obituary page in the paper every morning to see who died, though. :-/)
I love the picture of the goats lying with the chickens. That’s a great spring photo.
Yep. Life is life. Good and bad all jumbled up and stirred with a universe sized spoon.
Your goats are so cute (and I don’t see a single dog butt in any of the photos)! How do the dogs react to them? I don’t think most of your current crop of dogs dealt with your previous goat(s), did they?
I’m glad your dad turned out to be okay. My mom is 84, in excellent health, but I still worry about her, just because 84 is getting up there. My stepdad is 92 and still volunteers in the hospital ICU in their city.
@ HG – I do look at the obits in the paper, and I’m seeing friends’ or acquaintances’ parents showing up in them from time to time.
Well…okay. I admit I check the obits too when I do get a copy of the newspaper. It’s probably good I don’t read it daily or I’d probably become depressed and a bit morbid like my father. (“Why bother doing ____ when I’ll probably be dead soon?”)
The last time I picked up the paper and read the obits, I found one for an old family friend of my parents’ and another for a former high school teacher (in her 90s! How did we get so old?). it was shortly after my birthday and I was already thinking, ‘I may have less than 30 years left on this earth, OMG.’ So lately I’ve been superstitiously avoiding reading the local paper. I’m worried I’ll have a “Twilight Zone” moment and see my own name in it. 😉
That’s not your picnic table any more, it’s livestock furniture. Well, soon enough the goats will be bigger than the chickens, it’s best to get the pecking order (HAR HAR) settled early.
Man, that’s a lot to deal with all at once. *hug* Glad you has cute goats to add to your menagerie of animal cuteness/entertainment! 🙂
What are your plans for the goats? I mean are they pets, lawnmowers, cheesers, future meat?
(I made up the word “cheesers”, I think)
They are pets, for sure. They came from a dairy farm, where, if they don’t find pet homes, they go to the butcher, so I emailed the dairy farmer that I wanted three of her baby boys.
They are great for mowing the pasture and eating wheelbarrows full of weeds I have pulled from my garden. They will also, hopefully, protect the chickens from raccoons or possums.
I didn’t even notice they were all dude goats. Nevermind about the cheese question!
I have had many many people ask me if I am going to milk them. Even when I explain they are boys. (Yeah, but are you going to milk them?)
Animal husbandry is not taught in school.
((((((hugs)))))) Good news for your Dad. Having people die/get super-sick around us can get tough to deal with as their numbers grow. It can feel very personal, even beyond our emotional attachments to the people. But this is such a wonderful post that I’ll just stop there, don’t want to bring down the
<<>>. They’re soooooooo cute! How big will they get? I had work-friends who raised pygmy ones that spent a lot of their time in the house. LOVE the “…peace and harmony picture…” — !!! Are they brothers? Do they say much? Do the chickens peck at them?
It’s great to see you, Lauri!!! (((((happyhugs)))))) I still have an account on FB for staying in touch with the cat rescue people when needed, but can’t bring myself to use it (lots of reasons) except for occasionally lurking — to try to stay sort of current with Vox peeps who post there but not here. (Wow. That’s a messed up, run-on sentence! Gotta run, not proofing this. LOL!)
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Acccck!! I put <<>> around “adorablegoatvibes” to show “vibes” and WP deleted it! 😦 We could do that on Vox. Anyway, at the end of that top paragraph, it should read:
“But this is such a wonderful post that I’ll just stop there, don’t want to bring down the adorable-goat-vibes.”
How weird that WP deleted your phrase. I am not all that familiar with how WP works. Oh, well, it’s ok!
The goats are SO sweet. They are very talkative and they practically knock us over begging for scritches and attention.
They get the zoomies and run really fast around their shed in big circles chasing each other and they leap off the picnic table and do all sorts of gymnastics! Very entertaining!
I hope we get to see more! 🙂
Ugh! It’s so terrible when the bad news piles up and you have to figure out how to steer your little red wagon of happiness around it. I’m glad you friend didn’t succeed at ending it, because as little time as any of us have, no need to rush into it.
GOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAATS. OMG they are so cute. How long will you have them? Or are they permanent additions?
They will live here until they die. Or until we do….we’re getting to that age where we have to think how long animals are going to live when we get them. Lol!
OH, SQUEE!! Me wants!
You know, you’ve inspired me! Baby goats will eat all my grass and weeds and all the other stuff I don’t want to mow … and then I can have a BBQ in the Fall!
No, I really wouldn’t do that.
Oh, yes… baby goats as weed control for everyone!!
HA! I know you wouldn’t do that! I did have BBQ goat when I was in India. It was quite delicious.
sorry to read about the negative events but happy for your dad and for baby goats!
I wonder about the deviousness of destiny. Just when the good news is piled up; when we have a nice selection of goodness…the D of D decides to stop and start flinging the bad at your wall of protective good: just to see how strong it is – how long it will last.
All seems to be settled for now, Aubs. We will hope for some trauma free times for awhile.
Life. It’s what’s for dinner.