No one is keeping score any more because it is so tiresome but if they were the score would be: Izzy 12, Farmer 0.
Izzy has not been recaptured for Friendlies and she is getting prideful.
"That farmer will never catch me," she told Acorn, the part-Nubian bottle baby who accidentally got on the wrong side of the fence somehow she didn't know how and neither did anyone else.
"What farmer?" Acorn wanted to know. Acorn forgets that there is a whole world behind her that she can't see unless she turns around. Then when she turns around she forgets the world that used to be in front of her. Sad.
But not unexpected.
Izzy has decided she wants to be like Hannah Belle, a gum-chewing safecracker.
Except Hannah Belle is VERY friendly.
Izzy doesn't care. "That farmer will never catch me."
She was sizing Acorn up as a possible underling, I could tell. Since she is the smallest goat here, Izzy has no underlings, which can be stressful.
"I won," Izzy told Acorn.
"What did you win?" Acorn wanted to know.
Then Acorn suddenly turned around and caught a glimpse of the farmer and her memory came rushing back and she ran bawling like all the bottle babies do to be coddled by the farmer.
The farmer put Acorn back on the right side of the fence and gave her a banana peel and then Acorn went skipping off behind the farmer with a whole new world in front of her.
"What did you win, Izzy?" Moldy asked, horning in on a private conversation as usual.
Izzy gave Moldy a black look and then watched her ex-underling dancing along eating treats from the farmer's pocket.
"Mind your own beeswax, Moldy," I explained.
Diary of a Dairy Goat. This blog is the diary of one goat, Baby Belle, a Nigerian Dwarf who lives on a small dairy farm in Western Washington.