They are cute I guess if you like the Oregonian look. A little too Pebble-ish for my taste.
Meanwhile the actual Pebbles was not getting any attention since no one was interested in her any more, she was old news what with the impending arrival of her four (minus one) new sisters. So she made a hole in the fence and got outside the fence and then she couldn't get back in and of course she was out by our busy road, so she started screaming and running down the middle of the street. This had never happened before so we all stood and watched it with interest. There was a nice lady in a Jeep coming and she stopped, just as the farmer came sprinting onto the scene, boots flapping merrily.
It was interesting to see the farmer running because the farmer picked up quite a bit of speed, I was rather impressed. Anyway Pebbles was rescued and scolded and the fence was fixed and of course she got the attention she wanted, including a trip to the grain room and a peanut butter sandwich cookie, which doesn't seem like much of a deterrent to me when it comes to handing out punishment.Note to self: break something, then run around screaming.
Ok on an update Winjay refused to take her kids back even though the farmer kept trying to get her to take them. She bit their little nubbin ears when they pleaded for milk and she tried to head butt one of them.
"Okay, that is IT!" yelled the farmer. "PENROSE!"
Penrose took them, big surprise, so now she has her Grass Babies back and she couldn't be more pleased. She feeds them and keeps the public from stepping on them and then the farmer gives them a big bottle of Winjay milk twice a day.
Anyway, it is a good lesson to us all, you never know what you might find in the long grass, you just have to keep your eyes open and your hopes up.
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Thank heavens Pebbles was saved from the danger of free-ranging on the road! Blessings on the farmer for sprinting to the rescue and for offering up the punishment of grain and cookies. I think eats around your place are pretty good--grain, peanut butter sandwich cookies, Kashi Go-Lean, fig newtons, peanut butter filled pretzels. Yeah, good enough that there could be quite an outbreak of fence-escaping free ranging goats. Big congrats to Abby no matter what sex all your babies turn out to be. And much gratitude to Penrose for giving those 2 babies a loving Maaaaa.
I LOVE THIS BLOG! Thank you, just had to shout that out.
Has Penrose taken in other baby goats before? She must be a sweetheart of a goat...
Yes, Penny is known for taking in baby goats.
With so many Pebble-like beings, does this make a conglomerate?
More of a posse, I think.
I love this farmer! I remember feeding a number of bottles to baby belle!
Good old St. Penrose. I know what you mean about the Goatfarmer sprinting, though. We feel the same way when we see the Goatmother attempting such feats. Although she isn't doing much sprinting these days.
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