We have been having warm weather and pretty nice weather which makes everyone nervous. No one is nervous when there is a blizzard. Or a streaming deluge. Or a howling windstorm. When we have that everyone thinks, okay good. It can't get much worse than this.
But we have been having warm nice weather and it is January and that makes everyone nervous. Winnie started shedding out her undercoat but the farmer said, "be careful there, Winnie. It is January."
Anyway me and my friend Moldy are keeping our coats.
Peaches forgot to grow her coat in properly last fall because she is only half Nigerian and she ended up getting frostbite on her eartips. So my advice to you is keep your coat on. You can always take it off later.
Speaking of Peaches she has been living with my father Cowboy and yesterday Cowboy got a repeat visit from the big red Nubian who chased him seven ways from Sunday the last time she was here.
Sometimes when Cowboy already has one girlfriend and another one comes the first one gets mad.
But Peaches couldn't give a darn. She couldn't even be bothered to get up. All she did was stretch her neck out a little bit when she had a chance to bite the Nubian's big red ears.
They were dangling there like big red bananas. How could she resist. The Nubian lady didn't notice the ear bites or anything else because this time she fell deeply in love with Cowboy and only had eyes and ears for him.
So there will be some big red multi-colored airplane-eared big-haired miniature Nubians arriving in a few months.
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Friday, January 15, 2010
Long Live the Queen
Brandy came up to the big barn the other day for a beauty appointment. While she was up at the barn she looked around keenly, making a note of everything as she always does. Then she looked at Wronny and nodded her head.
Wronny is the new herdqueen. Long live the Queen.
Wronny is the new herdqueen. Long live the Queen.
Sunday, January 10, 2010
Hello Chorus
Something very embarrassing happened to me. I went into heat. I could feel all my brainpower dimming. Poor Tangy, I thought, this is how she must feel all the time. Pretty soon I only had enough brainpower to run my eyes and my feet. My feet started walking and the next thing I knew I was standing by the buck pen staring at the bucks.
I couldn't think of any comments so I started saying "Hello," over and over.
The bucks all started saying "Hello," over and over back to me.
My nose came on for a minute and then I said, "You all smell really good today."
"Hello," they blubbered, all together.
I couldn't hear anything else so I did not hear the footsteps and I was really surprised when I was picked up in the air and carried to the barn and locked in a stall.
"HELLO!" I shouted. "IS ANYONE OUT THERE? CAN YOU HEAR ME? HELLO!!!!"
I couldn't think of any comments so I started saying "Hello," over and over.
The bucks all started saying "Hello," over and over back to me.
My nose came on for a minute and then I said, "You all smell really good today."
"Hello," they blubbered, all together.
I couldn't hear anything else so I did not hear the footsteps and I was really surprised when I was picked up in the air and carried to the barn and locked in a stall.
"HELLO!" I shouted. "IS ANYONE OUT THERE? CAN YOU HEAR ME? HELLO!!!!"
Thursday, January 07, 2010
One of Us
When we go in at night Tangy is not supposed to come in our stall. Our stall is for Nigerian goats only and we will not even let half-Nigerians in. This means you, Walker the Talker. Even Jammies is hardly ever allowed in, only when we are not paying attention, and she is 7/8 Nigerian. In our stall we have me, my mother, Blue Umbrella, Boxcar Betty, the little black one that nobody knows her name, Hannah Belle if we cannot keep her out, and of course Miss Priss aka Moldy aka Melody.
We always have Moldy go in the opposite corner from us since she is from Oregon and doesn't really understand correct society. We do not want to listen to her opinions all the livelong day. Or her complaints about the way we do things.
We generally don't bother giving her thrashings any more since we are all very tender-hearted.
Anyway somehow Tangy came stampeding into our stall and started eating all of our food when she was supposed to go in with the big goats. As soon as she saw she was in with us she turned on her terror jets and started head-butting everyone. We are too smart for her and we just scooched into the corner out of range but then Moldy over in the other corner started in talking about how down in Oregon big goats don't come into her stall and eat her dinner, that is just not the way things are done in Oregon, bla bla bla, and if she had known what an uncivilized area this was going to be, etc etc etc.
And even I said to myself, "uh oh," becuse Tangy turned around and looked at Moldy and started backing up which was in preparation for a full-service t-boning, and I could see everyone else was thinking "uh-oh."
And then everyone rushed in a big ball between Tangy and Moldy and we took the wind out of the t-boning so that Moldy only got jostled instead of pulverized and then I guess the farmer must have finished the tea and crumpets because finally the farmer showed up and grabbed Tangy and put her in her stall where she belonged.
We all looked at each other and then we went back to eating our rightful dinner which was half-gobbled by Hurricane Tangy. Moldy came too and ate with us instead of standing in her outcast corner and for once in her life she was quiet.
Everyone moved over a tiny fraction of an inch to make room for Moldy because what can we do. It looks like we are stuck with her.
We always have Moldy go in the opposite corner from us since she is from Oregon and doesn't really understand correct society. We do not want to listen to her opinions all the livelong day. Or her complaints about the way we do things.
We generally don't bother giving her thrashings any more since we are all very tender-hearted.
Anyway somehow Tangy came stampeding into our stall and started eating all of our food when she was supposed to go in with the big goats. As soon as she saw she was in with us she turned on her terror jets and started head-butting everyone. We are too smart for her and we just scooched into the corner out of range but then Moldy over in the other corner started in talking about how down in Oregon big goats don't come into her stall and eat her dinner, that is just not the way things are done in Oregon, bla bla bla, and if she had known what an uncivilized area this was going to be, etc etc etc.
And even I said to myself, "uh oh," becuse Tangy turned around and looked at Moldy and started backing up which was in preparation for a full-service t-boning, and I could see everyone else was thinking "uh-oh."
And then everyone rushed in a big ball between Tangy and Moldy and we took the wind out of the t-boning so that Moldy only got jostled instead of pulverized and then I guess the farmer must have finished the tea and crumpets because finally the farmer showed up and grabbed Tangy and put her in her stall where she belonged.
We all looked at each other and then we went back to eating our rightful dinner which was half-gobbled by Hurricane Tangy. Moldy came too and ate with us instead of standing in her outcast corner and for once in her life she was quiet.
Everyone moved over a tiny fraction of an inch to make room for Moldy because what can we do. It looks like we are stuck with her.
Monday, January 04, 2010
Feeling the Heat
I lost Goat of the Year. I am not bitter though like some goats (Moldy) who keep complaining about it and can't get on with their life. The Farmer says next year we are going to do a one-vote-to-a-customer no-hack poll. That will never happen though.
Anyway Cora Belle and Winnie are flipping for the cover of the calendar. Whoever loses the calendar cover will go on the cover of the next edition of Goats Quarterly.
Back to our real lives. Some goats like me and the rest of my family can stand to lose a little bit of brainpower which unfortunately happens to everyone around here when they go into heat. I decided not to go into heat this year because it makes you look very foolish. If I have to go I will wait until this fall, since I already had to do weaning last fall and that was bad enough.
But yesterday Pinky went into heat for the first time. Pinky is Tangy's daughter. It is clear even to a casual observer that Tangy is no rocket scientist. Tangy is known strictly for her airs above ground and her orangey fur, medium orange unlike her mother's bright orange. Pinky is an even paler shade of apricot and the sad truth is she is not even as smart as Tangy.
Pinky distinguished herself in her early kid days by inexplicably running into walls and trees for no apparent reason. One time she ran into a wheelbarrow and cracked her head wide open. She has a lot of scars but luckily they are under her pale pink fur. Even I admit that Pinky is very sweet but that is really the only thing she has going for her.
How sweet she is is that she does not even head butt Moldy, which no one else can resist. Even the babies enjoy head-butting her. Anyway Pinky came in heat yesterday and stood outside Cowboy's pen all day long making moony-eyes at him. She didn't make a sound, just gazed at him like he was the Jonas Brothers' better looking buckly cousin.
When the farmer came out to get everyone to go into the barn for the night, a downpour started. So everyone ran pell mell into the barn just as it was getting dark. The rain went on and on through the night, sometimes dribbling, sometimes gushing, sometimes just a solid steady rain. It rained like it wanted to, Northwest winter rain with a mind of its own.
The farmer came out in the morning to feed. The farmer got a funny look going through barn, one of those wait-a-minute looks.
Sure enough, Pinky had not come in the night before.
The farmer walked out and looked down toward Cowboy's pen. There was Pinky, ten hours later, standing in the rain, not even bothering to move five feet forward so that she would be under the overhang, just sopping wet right down to the roots of her pale pink fur, and gazing moony-eyed at Cowboy, who at this point was fast asleep in his shed.
She hadn't noticed a thing. She was in heat.
Anyway Cora Belle and Winnie are flipping for the cover of the calendar. Whoever loses the calendar cover will go on the cover of the next edition of Goats Quarterly.
Back to our real lives. Some goats like me and the rest of my family can stand to lose a little bit of brainpower which unfortunately happens to everyone around here when they go into heat. I decided not to go into heat this year because it makes you look very foolish. If I have to go I will wait until this fall, since I already had to do weaning last fall and that was bad enough.
But yesterday Pinky went into heat for the first time. Pinky is Tangy's daughter. It is clear even to a casual observer that Tangy is no rocket scientist. Tangy is known strictly for her airs above ground and her orangey fur, medium orange unlike her mother's bright orange. Pinky is an even paler shade of apricot and the sad truth is she is not even as smart as Tangy.
Pinky distinguished herself in her early kid days by inexplicably running into walls and trees for no apparent reason. One time she ran into a wheelbarrow and cracked her head wide open. She has a lot of scars but luckily they are under her pale pink fur. Even I admit that Pinky is very sweet but that is really the only thing she has going for her.
How sweet she is is that she does not even head butt Moldy, which no one else can resist. Even the babies enjoy head-butting her. Anyway Pinky came in heat yesterday and stood outside Cowboy's pen all day long making moony-eyes at him. She didn't make a sound, just gazed at him like he was the Jonas Brothers' better looking buckly cousin.
When the farmer came out to get everyone to go into the barn for the night, a downpour started. So everyone ran pell mell into the barn just as it was getting dark. The rain went on and on through the night, sometimes dribbling, sometimes gushing, sometimes just a solid steady rain. It rained like it wanted to, Northwest winter rain with a mind of its own.
The farmer came out in the morning to feed. The farmer got a funny look going through barn, one of those wait-a-minute looks.
Sure enough, Pinky had not come in the night before.
The farmer walked out and looked down toward Cowboy's pen. There was Pinky, ten hours later, standing in the rain, not even bothering to move five feet forward so that she would be under the overhang, just sopping wet right down to the roots of her pale pink fur, and gazing moony-eyed at Cowboy, who at this point was fast asleep in his shed.
She hadn't noticed a thing. She was in heat.
Sunday, January 03, 2010
Friday, January 01, 2010
Dark Horse Battles Favorite
Each year since its inception the GOTY poll has been won by a member of the Baby Belle family. While there have often been accusations of malfeasance these have been difficult to prove since the poll explicitly stipulates that there are no rules and that multiple votes are allowed. Perhaps even encouraged.
This does not leave much recourse for the sore losers (Melody?) of the world.
This year's contest was an extraordinary seesaw battle. Cora Belle for several days surged in and out of the lead, whipping her supporters into a frenzy of backroom politicking, while Melody almost wrestled the lead away at one point. Almost.
I was leading on Wednesday when Jammies the sad-eyed minimancha pulled briefly ahead of me.
Tangy (Tangy?)actually was atop the leaderboard with less than twenty four hours remaining.
Cora Belle always returned to the top until the final hours of the poll, when a dark dark horse surged out of the pack, pulling far ahead of the rest of the field with mere hours to go in the competition. This unlikely contender racked up hundreds of votes in the space of a few hours.
Then, in the final minutes, something unprecedented happened.
Without further ado, I present the results* of the poll.
________________________________________________________________
*The results of the GOTY poll were reviewed and certified by our blue-chip accounting firm, Chitizoff and Prosper.
This does not leave much recourse for the sore losers (Melody?) of the world.
This year's contest was an extraordinary seesaw battle. Cora Belle for several days surged in and out of the lead, whipping her supporters into a frenzy of backroom politicking, while Melody almost wrestled the lead away at one point. Almost.
I was leading on Wednesday when Jammies the sad-eyed minimancha pulled briefly ahead of me.
Tangy (Tangy?)actually was atop the leaderboard with less than twenty four hours remaining.
Cora Belle always returned to the top until the final hours of the poll, when a dark dark horse surged out of the pack, pulling far ahead of the rest of the field with mere hours to go in the competition. This unlikely contender racked up hundreds of votes in the space of a few hours.
Then, in the final minutes, something unprecedented happened.
Without further ado, I present the results* of the poll.
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*The results of the GOTY poll were reviewed and certified by our blue-chip accounting firm, Chitizoff and Prosper.
We Thought it Would Never End
The Goat of the Year Poll has ended. The judges are reviewing the results for irregularities, of which there are dozens. The Winner will be announced later today.
Some people will be very surprised.
Some people will be very surprised.
Thursday, December 31, 2009
The End is Near
The end of the year is near. And so is the end of the Goat of the Year poll.
Thank Goodness.
Happy New Year from me, Million Belles, aka Millie, aka Baby Belle, Jr.
Thank Goodness.
Happy New Year from me, Million Belles, aka Millie, aka Baby Belle, Jr.
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Cora Belle the Horrible, and How She Got Her Name
Cora Belle does not live here so I have to write her story.
Hannah Belle was going to do the story but she is completely illiterate.
Anyway, Cora Belle, how did she get her name?
When she was born her name was BlueBelle. She was very very pretty right from the beginning. Hannah Belle always has the prettiest kids at the farm. Except for me of course.
Her kids are Charzan, Orzbit, Boxcar Betty, Peanut, Goatzilla, Harley, Filbert, Cora Belle, Inky, and Shaq. You may notice that most of them are boys.
All of them, actually.
Except Betty and Cora Belle.
Well when Cora Belle was born the farmer said she was the prettiest Nigerian ever born here. She was also oddly obedient and cooperative. BOOORRRIIING. But after a few weeks she started to get more wicked like her mother. Soon she was ducking through fence holes and bounding up the stairs to the hayloft, and so on. Behaving in a much more Hannah Belle-like manner.
Well, thought the farmer, maybe BlueBelle is not the best name for her. BlueBelle is a name for the teacher's pet. Not for a dyed-in-the-wool hooligan.
Hannah Belle had always been called Hannah Belle Lecter for her devilish ways, and so the farmer changed BlueBelle's name to Cora Belle, so that in future, if necessary, she could be called Cora Belle the Horrible. She even learned to head-butt Wendell when she was only a couple of weeks old, making the farmer very proud.
But Cora Belle mysteriously reverted to cooperativeness as she got older, so she might as well have been called BlueBelle after all. She even allows little toddlers to lead her around by the collar, which is ridiculous.
Several people saw Cora Belle's picture on our web site and asked if they could buy her. Well, no, said the farmer, she is not for sale. But one person was more insistent than the others, and she agreed that she would show Cora Belle if Cora Belle came to live with her, and she also agreed that Cora Belle's brother Filbert could go with her. And so that is how Cora Belle went to live at prestigious Minter Bay Dairy Goats, and that is how she became the junior champion at the state fair, much to the dismay (click for a photo of the crowd's reaction) of the onlookers.
So that is Cora Belle's story. Very touching.
Vote for Cora Belle if you would like to vote for a teacher's pet. You better hurry, time is running out.
Hannah Belle was going to do the story but she is completely illiterate.
Anyway, Cora Belle, how did she get her name?
When she was born her name was BlueBelle. She was very very pretty right from the beginning. Hannah Belle always has the prettiest kids at the farm. Except for me of course.
Her kids are Charzan, Orzbit, Boxcar Betty, Peanut, Goatzilla, Harley, Filbert, Cora Belle, Inky, and Shaq. You may notice that most of them are boys.
All of them, actually.
Except Betty and Cora Belle.
Well when Cora Belle was born the farmer said she was the prettiest Nigerian ever born here. She was also oddly obedient and cooperative. BOOORRRIIING. But after a few weeks she started to get more wicked like her mother. Soon she was ducking through fence holes and bounding up the stairs to the hayloft, and so on. Behaving in a much more Hannah Belle-like manner.
Well, thought the farmer, maybe BlueBelle is not the best name for her. BlueBelle is a name for the teacher's pet. Not for a dyed-in-the-wool hooligan.
Hannah Belle had always been called Hannah Belle Lecter for her devilish ways, and so the farmer changed BlueBelle's name to Cora Belle, so that in future, if necessary, she could be called Cora Belle the Horrible. She even learned to head-butt Wendell when she was only a couple of weeks old, making the farmer very proud.
But Cora Belle mysteriously reverted to cooperativeness as she got older, so she might as well have been called BlueBelle after all. She even allows little toddlers to lead her around by the collar, which is ridiculous.
Several people saw Cora Belle's picture on our web site and asked if they could buy her. Well, no, said the farmer, she is not for sale. But one person was more insistent than the others, and she agreed that she would show Cora Belle if Cora Belle came to live with her, and she also agreed that Cora Belle's brother Filbert could go with her. And so that is how Cora Belle went to live at prestigious Minter Bay Dairy Goats, and that is how she became the junior champion at the state fair, much to the dismay (click for a photo of the crowd's reaction) of the onlookers.
So that is Cora Belle's story. Very touching.
Vote for Cora Belle if you would like to vote for a teacher's pet. You better hurry, time is running out.
Uptown Melody
Hello my name is Melody. I like to be called Melody. I do not like to be called "Moldy" (people, please ee-nun-see-ate) or "Melanie." My name is Melody. I am very beautiful and so is my mother and so is her mother and her mother and her mother and so on stretching back endlessly into the history of beautiful goats.
I do not like podunk situations. I do not like one-horse towns or county fairs. I like state fairs and national shows; I will not exhibit anywhere that does not have an approved espresso stand.
If you are thinking of inviting me to one of your goat shows and your show does not have an espresso stand with a qualified barista (hand-pulled of course, I would not be caught dead near a pushbutton espresso machine), forget it. I won't come. Also the stand should have hazelnut biscotti but that can be considered on a case-by-case basis.
When people think of me the word that springs to mind first is "uptown."
I expect to win this sad little contest, and if I do not there WILL be consequences.
I dare you not to vote for me. Try it and see what happens. Thank you! Also, I want world peace and some nice REI tents for the homeless.
I do not like podunk situations. I do not like one-horse towns or county fairs. I like state fairs and national shows; I will not exhibit anywhere that does not have an approved espresso stand.
If you are thinking of inviting me to one of your goat shows and your show does not have an espresso stand with a qualified barista (hand-pulled of course, I would not be caught dead near a pushbutton espresso machine), forget it. I won't come. Also the stand should have hazelnut biscotti but that can be considered on a case-by-case basis.
When people think of me the word that springs to mind first is "uptown."
I expect to win this sad little contest, and if I do not there WILL be consequences.
I dare you not to vote for me. Try it and see what happens. Thank you! Also, I want world peace and some nice REI tents for the homeless.
Marigold Wins Contest
Marigold has won the Goats of Christmas Past contest. Marigold, please send your mailing address.
The correct answers are:
1. April
2. Ginger Jones (we also accepted Jonesy although it is only half right)
3. Goatzilla
The bonus question answer:
1. Chile
A few guessers guessed the goats, but no one else got the dog.
Congratulations to Marigold. Remember to wash behind your ears when the soap arrives, Marigold.
The correct answers are:
1. April
2. Ginger Jones (we also accepted Jonesy although it is only half right)
3. Goatzilla
The bonus question answer:
1. Chile
A few guessers guessed the goats, but no one else got the dog.
Congratulations to Marigold. Remember to wash behind your ears when the soap arrives, Marigold.
Monday, December 28, 2009
GOTY FAQ
1. What is the point of the Goat of the Year Poll?
There is no point.
2. Does the winner win anything?
Yes, the winner wins a bag of swedish fish and is also featured on the cover of the annual calendar.
3. When is the poll over?
At the end of the year or when we remember to turn it off.
4. Has a wether ever won the poll?
Yes Peanut won.
5. Has a LaMancha ever won?
No.
6. Has any member of the Breezy family ever won?
No.
7. Has a mini ever won the poll?
No.
8. Has a Nubian or Nubian cross ever won?
No.
9. Has a Toggenburg ever won?
No.
10. Has anyone outside the Baby Belle family ever won the poll?
No. The Baby Belle family always wins.
11. Why?
They get the most votes.
There is no point.
2. Does the winner win anything?
Yes, the winner wins a bag of swedish fish and is also featured on the cover of the annual calendar.
3. When is the poll over?
At the end of the year or when we remember to turn it off.
4. Has a wether ever won the poll?
Yes Peanut won.
5. Has a LaMancha ever won?
No.
6. Has any member of the Breezy family ever won?
No.
7. Has a mini ever won the poll?
No.
8. Has a Nubian or Nubian cross ever won?
No.
9. Has a Toggenburg ever won?
No.
10. Has anyone outside the Baby Belle family ever won the poll?
No. The Baby Belle family always wins.
11. Why?
They get the most votes.
Tangy
Hello this is tangy short for tangerine but tangy is not my real name. I can't remember my real name. my Mother's name is Big Orange, but that isn't her real name, I can't remember her real name. You may have read about my trip to the fair with corabelle and my special style of walking. I can't remember what it's called. I don't care if you vote for me or not in fact I hope I come in last, I like to do everything last, I am the last one in the milk room every day except for Jessie she is always behind me. I guess last doesn't mean what I thought. Oh dear. Please vote for me.
Windy Wednesday
Hello my name is Winnie. My real name is Windy Wednesday. I was born on a windy Wednesday. That's how they got the idea for my name.
I have received ten votes in the poll. That is out of 2000+ votes.
What have I done to deserve this award.
Well, I did not win a fancy rosette at the fair. I am not anybody's favorite, not even my own mother's. My milk does not taste like candy. It tastes like really nice milk, the way it's supposed to.
What have I done to deserve this award.
Well I am not the state champion of anything. I do not hog the limelight. I am a plain black and tan LaMancha with no flashy colors. I do not have blue eyes. I do not do a swordfish walk. I walk properly, like I am supposed to.
What have I done to deserve this award.
All I have done for the last six years is to show up for work twice a day every day rain or shine and give more milk than almost anybody else. All I have done is milk through two years when I was a yearling. All I have done is let all the people in the cheesemaking classes milk me.
"Get Winnie," the farmer says when they come. "Anyone can milk Winnie."
All I have done is give extra milk for Stacy's kids or April's kids or Breezy's kids or anybody else's kids when they weren't feeling well enough to milk.
"Get some milk from Winnie," the farmer says when someone else can't feed their kids.
All I have done is come when I am called and leave when I am asked to leave.
That is all I have done. I can see why no one is voting for me.
I have received ten votes in the poll. That is out of 2000+ votes.
What have I done to deserve this award.
Well, I did not win a fancy rosette at the fair. I am not anybody's favorite, not even my own mother's. My milk does not taste like candy. It tastes like really nice milk, the way it's supposed to.
What have I done to deserve this award.
Well I am not the state champion of anything. I do not hog the limelight. I am a plain black and tan LaMancha with no flashy colors. I do not have blue eyes. I do not do a swordfish walk. I walk properly, like I am supposed to.
What have I done to deserve this award.
All I have done for the last six years is to show up for work twice a day every day rain or shine and give more milk than almost anybody else. All I have done is milk through two years when I was a yearling. All I have done is let all the people in the cheesemaking classes milk me.
"Get Winnie," the farmer says when they come. "Anyone can milk Winnie."
All I have done is give extra milk for Stacy's kids or April's kids or Breezy's kids or anybody else's kids when they weren't feeling well enough to milk.
"Get some milk from Winnie," the farmer says when someone else can't feed their kids.
All I have done is come when I am called and leave when I am asked to leave.
That is all I have done. I can see why no one is voting for me.
Friday, December 25, 2009
The Goats of Christmas Past
HO HO HO!
Be the first to name these three Goats of Christmas Past correctly and win a free bar of our plain brown goat milk soap.
Tiebreaker: Name the Dog.
MERRY CHRISTMAS from HERRON HILL DAIRY the HOME OF BABY BELLE.
(And Baby Belle, Jr.)
Be the first to name these three Goats of Christmas Past correctly and win a free bar of our plain brown goat milk soap.
Tiebreaker: Name the Dog.
MERRY CHRISTMAS from HERRON HILL DAIRY the HOME OF BABY BELLE.
(And Baby Belle, Jr.)
editor's note: comments were supposed to be turned off so no one could see anyone else's answers. somehow one comment accidentally got published. for a clue: the comment that got published contains 1.5 out of a possible 4 correct answers.
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
One More Thing
Hello this is Jammies again. We have heard that my half-sister Cora Belle has pulled out all the stops in urging everyone to vote for her. Well that is fine but it just reminded me that I forgot to mention that I am an orphan.
This is a picture of me with my dear mother before she passed away tragically.
You can vote for me here if you would like to vote for a kind, brave, unassuming orphan.
Please remember the rules of our annual (sort of) poll: there are no rules. Rules are for sheep, not goats. Vote as much as you want.
Monday, December 21, 2009
Brandy
Hello. My name is Brandy. I am eleven. I used to be the herdqueen. Everyone thinks I am still the herdqueen. I was strict but fair. I did not waste time trying to get anyone to like me. I just did what I needed to do. I have two daughters, Wronny and Winnie. Winnie is older but Wronny is my favorite. That's just the way it is.
I had two other daughters, Sophie and Earlene, but they only lived a short while. Because of that, and because I milk way too much, I am retired now.
Now I rule the down-below pasture, which is very easy. It is all full of dry yearlings and simpletons. I do not have to do anything at all to rule it; I just give meaningful looks. By now even the simpletons take my meaning.
I am still watching the big barn, though. Wronny is ruling it now. She doesn't know it, but one day I will just nod my head and she will be the herdqueen.
For now, I am just watching her.
You can vote for me in the poll if you want, but it is your decision. Do what you need to do. And don't look back.
I had two other daughters, Sophie and Earlene, but they only lived a short while. Because of that, and because I milk way too much, I am retired now.
Now I rule the down-below pasture, which is very easy. It is all full of dry yearlings and simpletons. I do not have to do anything at all to rule it; I just give meaningful looks. By now even the simpletons take my meaning.
I am still watching the big barn, though. Wronny is ruling it now. She doesn't know it, but one day I will just nod my head and she will be the herdqueen.
For now, I am just watching her.
You can vote for me in the poll if you want, but it is your decision. Do what you need to do. And don't look back.
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