Wednesday, February 19, 2014

Ivy the Quaker

Well ok the new Isabel came here from Sequim, which must be somewhere near Oregon, because we can't really understand her. What I mean is, we can understand what she says, but we have no idea what she means. If I had to describe her I would say she is a very plain little white goat with no personality. She is always mumbling solitary nouns, never any verbs, and always aquiver about something, nobody knows what.

"Alfalfa," she will mumble.

"Yes, alfalfa, what of it?" someone will say, and she will run off into a corner, quivering.

Or, "Morning," she will mutter, practically wringing her hooves.

"Really? What about afternoon? What about night?" someone will reply. She scurries off quaking in horror.

So all in all she is very reminiscent of Moldy except for the fact that she knows when to stay out of your way, so she has hardly had any thrashings, because she keeps to herself, squirrelly and monosyllabic, bobbing and weaving and nervous as a cat on water skis.

Since my daughter's name is Isabelle it was decided that she wouldn't be called Isabel, so she had to be called something else, and rather than taking the trouble to think of a good name the farmer started calling her I.B. Well the farmer only had to explain to one or two people that, "no, her name isn't IVY, it's I.B.," before it was all too much work and everyone just calls her Ivy.

So now her name is Ivy and she has two kids, both of them oddly cute and bubbling with personality, and it was decided that they would have the run of the barn aisle since they are the first kids of the year, and they spend their days chirping and hopping happily and for once Ivy the Quaker almost seems relaxed, snuggling up with them and mumbling endearments and she is positively ecstatic about life in the barn aisle.

And then it was decided that Pebbles would come up and join her since Pebbles had to be vaccinated in preparation for her mid-March kidding, and since it has been pouring literally nonstop for the past three days, the new little quartet would stay high and dry in the barn while everyone else got turfed out because "a little rain won't hurt you."

So we stood out in the rain up to our briskets and Pebbles and Ivy stayed in the barn eating bon bons and alfalfa and by the time we finally got back in something very strange had happened, Ivy and Pebbles were bonded and they were lying down together on the wooden milkstand chewing their cuds.

"Is that your new best friend, Pebbles?" asked Sandy, pointedly.

"That's right," said Pebbles.

"Moon," whispered Ivy, staring out at the night sky. The little bucklings danced an Irish jig.

6 comments :

Marigold said...

Now wait just a goat-darn minute here? What exactly is wrong with being from Sequim? I mean it *is* my adopted home so it has to have something going for it. Plus I don't have any mumbling monosyllabic problems, unless, of course, I have Peanuts in my mouth. But that is quite excusable. AND, do you mean to tell me that the Farmer came to Sequim and did NOT stop in to say hello? Oy oh Oy!

Ozarks Goat Girl said...

And I am dancing an Ozarks jig in happiness that Pebbles is in the dry and has a new best friend to lie down with. That Pebbles. She's just the best! (My favorite--can you tell?)

P G said...

How is Crumpet? Oh please don't tell me she is out in the rain, tell her to stand under someone. She is tiny. She can do it. Maybe I can adopt her or she can just come visit me until the rain lets up, or forever, which ever is first.

Anonymous said...

Have you thought about writing children's books?

goatfarmer said...

Ha! Crumpet out in the rain! That's a good one. No she is in the down-below shed where they never get turfed out.

P G said...

Wouldn't you know it ... our shepherdess decided that we would live if we got rained on! She kept saying, "it is only mist, you'll be fine" ... we nearly died, I tell you, nearly died. Crumpet forget coming down here to live, maybe I will move there.