Goats are noisy sometimes. Most of the time, they are so quiet I have to look for them to make sure they’re okay. Other times, they can make quite a racket. They sound very sheep-like. Baaa-aaaa. When Clover first arrived, she bleated almost nonstop for several days, calling her friends back at her old farm. After I was gone for a few nights this weekend, she and the babies bleated quite a bit when I came back. They wanted me to know that they missed me. Or they wanted cookies now that the Cookie Lady was back…..
And so yesterday afternoon when Clover started up a racket, I didn’t pay much heed for a few minutes because she’d been bleating more since I’d gotten back, begging for my attention.
Then I realized the racket was much closer than just down in the goat yard.
And I remembered the other reason my goats start up a racket.
Nutmeg-the-Escape-Artist was bleating down my door while Clover was down in the yard bawling over it.
Uh, what you doing, Nutmeg? Are you coming in?
Oh. Well. Okay………
Spice, somewhat astounded.
Wanna watch TV, Nutmeg? What do you want to watch? News, soap operas, home remodelling?
Why am I letting you in my house? Have I lost my mind?
Sorry…… I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings!!
COCO!!!! About time you showed up. DO SOMETHING.
Let’s get this baby down the stairs.
BITING HER NECK DOESN’T HELP, COCO!!
Come on, Nutmeg!
You can do it!
What a good girl!
Now get back where you belong!
Whew.
You’re tired, too, aren’t you Clover? This was a lot of excitement, huh? We handled it! We’re bonding, aren’t we? That Nutmeg, she is so much trouble. Me and you, we’re a team. Like rubber and the road. Mac and cheese. Gladys and the Pips–
You don’t really like me, do you, Clover?
Do you want to come upstairs and watch TV?
Posted by Suzanne McMinn on October 22, 2008
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I loved my goats, but could not keep them in their fence at first–they ate all the fruit trees I had planted, my roses, grapes…finally we had some that knew what a fence was for and stayed inside it. Eventually we switched to Jersey cows because 4 growing boys took a lot of milk and I wanted to make butter, which is not as easy with goat milk. Now we have neither cows or goats, and I miss them. There is nothing quite like Jersey cream…
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I lived near a horse trail in CA – in the city. Our neighbor across the street had a teenage daughter who loved animals. I got home from work one day just in time to see her FULL GROWN horse follow her up the walk and into the house right through the front door. They were followed by the goose and the two ducks. Needless to say, her parents werent’ home at the time. I just hope she swept up before they got home!
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THat is so adorable…they all want to come in the house, rather than stay on the farm. Ha! Too PRECIOUS! :mrgreen: :treehugger:
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You are so going to have to keep your eye on that girl.
So, did Coco teach Nutmeg how to go up and down the stairs?
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Cute.
Hey…come to my blog and see my “yearbook” pictures. It’ a hoot! It will be your big laugh of the day.
Blessings from Ohio…
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Those goats are always good for a story.
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And Hayseed, my neighbor rode my horse into a bar once. My horse didn’t drink, so he didn’t order a thing.
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