Monday, January 16, 2006
Saturday, January 14, 2006
Friday, January 13, 2006
9. Around 9 a.m., we saw a tiny crack of sky that was off-gray instead of completely solid gray. I know, we should have taken a picture, but it passed so quickly there wasn't time
8. We haven't broken the all-time rainy day record yet - heck no, we are only on day 25 in a row
7. The trench the farmer dug yesterday is still carrying some of the rainwater away, so the mud in the barnyard hasn't swallowed any baby goats or sucked anyone's boots off (yet) today
6. The grass will be so green this spring!
5. The horses have left their run-in and are actually grazing. Woops, they went back in. Oh well.
4. The quacking of all the ducks who decided not to go south (why bother, there is a new lake right here) is so soothing.
3. Whatever happens, Mike Brown isn't head of FEMA any more
2. We are still getting room service from the farmer
and the Number One reason why it's a really nice day here in the Puget Sound region:
1. We aren't all standing on the barn roof, waiting for a helicopter!
Monday, January 09, 2006
Even the bucks have gone into their shed. When the bucks won't come out to the fenceline to try to meet girls, you know it's raining.
We don't have an ark, but there is a kayak upstairs in the barn. So if worst comes to worst, the farmer and I will paddle on down the road. Too bad, there are only two seats in the kayak. Precious Winnie will have to swim for it.
Monday, January 02, 2006
Saturday, December 31, 2005
For example, one morning the farmer came in to feed us and Boo jumped up yelling in alarm and asked me, "who on Earth is that?" I told her, "doh, Boo, that is the farmer who comes in here ten times a day and gives us all our nice grain and hay and straw and water and sometimes even peanuts or licorice." And Boo said, "oh." I realized later it was because the farmer had a new hat and so Boo thought it was a different person. Nubians.
Anyway, this upcoming milk shortage makes the farmer very grumpy because it means no more jack, no more goat milk fudge, no more honey-rosemary chevre, no more panir, no more goat milk lattes (try one and you won't go back), no more goat milk ice cream, no more nothing. How would you like it if you had fresh goat milk every day and then one day you had to go to the grocery store and buy a cardboard box full of that watery overcooked stuff they call milk? "Yuccch" would be the word that springs to mind, or maybe "barfola". If you would like to read about real milk, you can go to the real milk site.
Today the farmer said, "I will be glad when Winnie comes back in milk."
That's all we hear about, Winnie Winnie Winnie the LaMancha. Just because precious Winnie milked for two years as a first freshener, big deal. "Winnie comes from a lot of milk," the farmer says. "Winnie is so pretty, she is going to the state fair when she comes back in milk." SO WHAT. Who cares about going to the state fair and lying around in a tiny pen all day so a bunch of city people can goggle at you and ask questions like "how old is this cute little lamb?"
When the farmer isn't here we call Winnie "farmer's pet" and "brown nose" - it's true, she does have a brown nose. And then we RUN.
Monday, December 26, 2005
The only problem is that it is kind of like the day-after-Christmas sale at the mall. Everyone jockeys for position at the fence when they see the tree coming down, and if you don't have a good spot you don't always get to munch the best needles near the top. Oh well, even so, there is plenty of tree left to go around. Even the bark is good.
Once when I was in the house when I was a baby, I was watching tv with the farmer and I saw a Christmas tree at "The White House." (I don't get it, because our house is white too, and sometimes people say, "they live at "The White House" about a mile down from the post office." But this was a completely different house. Oh well.) This tree was huge, taller than a barn.
Now that was a good tree. That would have lasted us a week, even with the Nubians hogging to the front of the line. They said it was a spruce, though, and we don't have that kind of tree here, so I'm not sure it would have tasted as good as ours.