Saturday, September 08, 2012

Complaints from the Dust Bowl

The beautiful weather has been dragging on continuously with 48 days without rain. That's fine and everything, I guess the sunshine is ok, but after a while it hurts your eyes. Crumpet's head is about four inches from the ground and it is so dry she is constantly getting dust in her little eyeballs and the farmer's idea of spraying water around the gate to hold the dust down is a real stroke of genius and it helps for about three minutes in the morning. I hope Crumpet doesn't go blind but if she does there will be a Kickstarter campaign to raise money for an eyeball transplant so prepare yourself for that because you will need to chip in if it happens. Anyway it is supposed to rain on Monday and right now we are looking forward to going back to complaining about rain instead of dust.

Also one more note on the beautiful weather I find it monotonous. If I were making up a schedule it would go like this: 2 beautiful days followed by one rainy day followed by a beautiful day followed by a cloudy day with showers at night (when I am in the cabana) followed by a beautiful day but a little bit chilly followed by one of those days where it doesn't really rain but it sort of mists and people say "is it raining? is it starting to rain? did you just feel something?" and there is patchy morning fog all day long. And then repeat. The temperature range would be very flexible, I do not want to seem controlling, anywhere from 55-75 would be fine. The chilly day could go as low as 48.

The haircuts on the middling fair hostages all look terrible. Supposedly that is going to be 'fixed' today. Great, if there is anything worse than a bad haircut it is a fixed haircut. If you ever get a really bad haircut and someone says, "don't worry, I can fix that," just run as fast as you can, especially if they have a pair of Oster A5 clippers in their hand.

Since she has been in with the milkers Winjay has been steadily getting crazier and right now it is a dead heat between Maddy and Winjay as to which one has the most screws loose. There is definitely a metallic rattle when they walk around. Big Orange has pretty much dropped out of the running, there is no way she will be re-elected in November.

The latest on Winjay: all the milkers get special extra fancy delicious grain because they are so important. Everyone else gets a few sprinkles of plain cob or all-stock or something like that. We watch the milkers eating with tears in our eyes.

Anyway Winjay won't eat the delicious grain, she throws it out of the dish onto the floor and stamps until she gets cheap grain.



Terry said...

Pip and Caper think that Winjay is being a brilliant picky-eater goat. It's important to keep the goatmaids on their toes. Rejecting good food is one way. Even better is to reject food that was once favored. Never let the goatmaid get complacent about feeding time, that's what the GoatCam boys say!

Mimi Foxmorton said...

Try giving it to ANOTHER goat! That always works in our barn! lol

Anonymous said...

Wait a minute! The Ozarks crew have been extra careful not to mention the "summer that shall not be named" on this site due to not wanting to be all negative and such. Now the water world folk have a few sunny days and they freak out!?! Good grief. As for bad hair: you haven't seen bad until you have seen the amazing bald spots created by 15 pound horse flies determined to knife their way through one goat hide and into another during the aforementioned summer that shall not be named. I'm telling you that this one will go down is history and my grandchildren will study it as an example of how the Ozarkians triumph over adversity..just like Paul Bunyon and Pecan Bill or whatever. So quit your fussin'.

Marigold said...

Crazy town is right. Since no one here ever gets grain except a mere 1/4 C. once a week with the herbal wormer, no one here would DARE throw any grain away. Whatever could Winjay be thinking? Please tell her there are starving goats in India or something. Better yet, starving goats in Sequim. That ought to do it.

Ozarks Goat Girl said...

Hallelujah! Last I heard Crumpet was only 3 inches tall, but now I read that her head is FOUR inches off the ground. Crumpet has grown an inch! Way to go, Crumpet!!