Wednesday, October 03, 2012
All the goats that went to the fair caught a cold. Including me. That happens every year.
Moony is sick and also disappointed because she found out she was at a Fair and now she wants to go back.
"The food was much better there."
This is true, at the fair we got free alfalfa and free orchard grass. Not the affordable kind either.
Bumbles' little daughter Crumbles caught the Fair Flu and she has a bad case of sniffles and when everyone got turned out yesterday morning she stayed in for special treatment and bed rest. She slept all day.
About halfway through the day the farmer started running all over looking for Creampuff, Crumbles' twin.
The neighbor's calves tore a hole out of the bottom of our fat girl fence and the farmer was worried that Creampuff had wandered out into the meadow and been eaten by a coyote, since the coyotes are in full howling mode now even though the weather here remains mysteriously perfect and August-like without a drop of rain and not even very cold but that is another story. Anyway no one could find Creampuff.
"I am going to give Crumbles a vitamin B shot and then I am going to go down in the meadow," the farmer announced. And do what? I wondered. But I didn't say anything.
The farmer had forgotten that Creampuff is not a Nubian and she can go wherever she wants, it doesn't matter if there is a gate or a fence in the way. She had snuck back into the barn and was cuddled up with Crumbles, sleeping.
"Oh," said the farmer. "there you are."
Now Creampuff has the sniffles too.