This Goat's Life

We haven't had goat of the month for a long time so today we are having goat of the month. The goat of the month is Herron Hill's XJ...

Hello everyone. It is fall now, and time for an update, after a sketchy summer of haphazard reporting. The farmer says I am not going to hav...

We have a little yearling named Xie Xie (pronounced shay shay ) and she is very good-natured. She has a little good-natured daughter named B...

Well the farmer got back from the state fair almost at midnight last night. The goats streamed out of the trailer like they were heading for...

It is fair time again. My goodness the summer shoots by. Anyway a batch of fat milkers are going off to Puyallup to sit around in tiny littl...

Big Orange, back when she was just a little tangerine.

Lucy and Leo climb Mt. Atticus, the highest peak in Home, Washington.

Sammy hangs ten in the F-150, spring '07.

Peanut's first day outside, 2007.

There have been some complaints about the lack of news. Well actually there has been so much news that there just wasn't any time to rep...

Two baby goats, herding a border collie.

Blue Umbrella and her son Rocky.

Do you know this song? Blue Umbrella? People think it is a John Prine song, because he sings it, but like some of the best John Prine songs,...

It is all well and good planning your big bank heist and drilling a hole through the wall and cracking the safe and getting all the money ou...

Well the farmer decided to just leave all the gates open instead of sorting us back to our designated areas. The reason for this is that it ...

It is time for The Hay. So I was going to write a new ode to Hay. But since the Hay is like Forever, I decided to just link to last year...

I do not know what day it is where you are, but here it is Bastille Day. We, the down-belows, led by my daughter Hannah Belle who is an expe...

If you don't die first, some day you will get old. Some of our best friends are starting to show a little wear and tear. Marquee, who is...

It is blazing hot today, just like a brick oven, with nothing but sun for miles. How I long for the marine layer, the chilly morning fog in ...

Well, we're not sure exactly how it happened but it is almost time to cut the hay again. And we're not sure how this happened, but a...