At first I thought they didn’t like the new, clear sugar water we put in the feeders. They went away….
Then they returned. In force.
The front porch of my house is like walking into an aviary in a zoo. Or, more like the aviary in Jurassic Park with all the flying dinos, where you think they might take an eye out. Or grab a limb.
I was happy to see them, though. I love to live dangerously. Me and flying dinos, we’re tight.
I don’t really love to live dangerously. Unless you count buying a tractor. Or getting goats. The goat lady says Clover has a good udder. I don’t even know what that means.
Clover’s gonna love me.
Except for the part where she might hate me. Clover and her two babies are coming today! What if they don’t like me? What if the flying dinos kill me before she gets here? They’re bigger than they look in these pictures!
Clearly, I’m fretting. And imagining things. Bear with me. I’ll get over it. Eventually. Or not.
I promised the hummingbirds I would give them anything they wanted if they didn’t take my eye out. Then enchantment struck and they turned into little fairies.
They drank up all my sugar water, all gone, completely. Little fairies with flying dino appetites.
And before they flew away on their magic fairy wings, they scattered their magic fairy dust on me and told me everything would be okay when Clover comes.
Then they disappeared into the forest from whence they came, leaving me to wonder if they had ever been here at all and if Clover would really let me touch her mysterious udder.
“The flying dinos said I could,” I’ll tell her.
And if that works, I shall write an all-new, bestselling how-to book on raising dairy goats.
“First, give a flying dino a cookie…..”
I’m so set.
NOTE: I’ve emailed everyone who got a book yesterday. If you got a book and you didn’t get an email that means I goofed up, so email me! There’s a Contact button at the top of the sidebar. Also, calling Brenda! I tried twice and your email got returned, so I must have the wrong address–please email me! Thanks everyone!
