AbbyDay -Am I Bringing Harry up to be a VAMPIRE?

What's that you say? How can a little goat be a vampire?

Wellllll, he is a little nibbler and not just on his hay, grain and tasty greens. You will recall the time Harry and I were playing and he suddenly decided my horns were something he should bite, don't you?

It took me several tries to get him to stop chewing on me! You can clearly see me bleating at him in this photo.





Well now he has started chewing on other goats! The publicist came into the barn one morning and there he was chewing on Pricilla's ear.




She was not very happy about it but I have to admit I thought it was pretty funny.

I have no idea why Harry would nibble on Pricilla's ear! I didn't tell him to. If I told him anything it would be to butt her, not nibble on her. I am all about butting. What? It gets the job done.

I will of course, end today's post with a photo of ME because I am the best looking goat on this Farm. Even though my kid is cute I am cuter!

Be sure to come back tomorrow...ha ha. I am not going to tell you why you should come back you should do it because Abby says so!

When Harry Met Stinky - The Tale of a Small Goat and an Even Smaller Cat

Once upon a time on a Farm in a mystical land there was born a small little goat.And he was given the name of Harry.

Harry loved his life on the Farm. His days were simple and full of fun. He got to frolic with his Uncle Kevin.

Who taught him the joy of playing in the magic wood pile.

While no one was looking he climbed the mountain of Heavenly Hay thinking this would give him special goat powers, but it didn't. It only got him in trouble with the Farm Fairy.


He ate the secret sand that he believed gave him super leaping abilities. The other goats told him they were just minerals but he knew better.

He ate them and he felt like he could fly!

But then one day as he was wandering around his wonderful Farm he encountered a strange and unusual creature. He wondered what it was. It had no horns. It had no hooves.

It didn't smell right. In fact, the first time he gave it a good sniff IT RAN AWAY.


But that did not stop our intrepid goat, oh no! He had eaten the magic sand remember and he had super powers so he searched out the strange creature again.

It ran away at first but Harry followed it into the high grass.

It seemed friendly. This time they gave each other some good sniffs.

Harry decided that this furry animal was no threat to him. His nanny Abby told him it was called a cat and that he should butt it. Harry did not think this was nice. He didn't think he should butt it just because it was different. He was going to try and make friend with the cat the next time he saw it. He hoped that day would come soon.

I hope you liked this story. Harry is a good little kid and he does leave the Farm cats alone unlike some of us who shall remain nameless. Tomorrow is AbbyDay and ANYTHING can happen on AbbyDay!

The publicist asked me to mention that she is having a GIVEAWAY on her blog.
It is for a poster print of a picture of your choice! You can read all about how to enter right
HERE.

Wordless Wednesday - When Harry Met Stinky

Tune in tomorrow..for the rest of the story.

Kevin in the Wood Pile

Aaaah, the wood pile! I love the wood pile! As you have seen we have ALL been enjoying the wood pile lately, from Harry, to Abby to Jillian and Mallory. But who is left? Why the little white goat! What did Kevin do in the wood pile - why eat, of course!

He also showed his nephew Harry where some of the best bits to eat could be found.

Isn't he a nice Uncle?

He loves to scratch his head on the branches in the wood pile - I have to admit it does feel good!

He loves to clamber about. Sometimes I wonder about him, but I guess I know what he is doing. He explores the part of the wood pile that has the waste wood from the building of the publicist's house. He is not supposed to go there but he does. Baaaad Kevin!

Isn't he just the cutest kid?

Tomorrow you will learn what what happened when Harry met Stinky.

Goatucation - Do Goats Know Their Names

It is Monday and you all know by now that it is Goatucation Day. My Aunt Vicki who makes really pretty jewelry and has a blog wrote the publicist to ask if we goats know our names and come when we are called. All I have to say in answer to that is...BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

I won't give up any goat secrets, that is for sure. For the sake of this post the publicist decided to do a test. Silly publicist! She should know by now - but here are the results of her test anyway.

We all have unique names, that is important in a goat herd. If our names sound alike how will we know how to ignore you? Heh heh. The publicist decided to call each one of us and see what happened.

She called me.

She called Abby.

She called Jillian.

She called Mallory.

She got this....

Otherwise known as nothing!

Now the little goats still have some things to learn, so when she called Kevin, he popped right up...

and little Harry came running.

Then she decided to test the bucks. She called Luke. He looked at her and went the other way. Heh heh.

Then she called Michael. Michael is her baby, you know.

He did not disappoint! He ran right up to her and gave her a nudge.

I will admit, he is a good looking goat. But then again. He is my kid!

Now, if she would call us with GRAIN in her hand it would be a whole different response.

So I would say the answer to the question is yes, we know our names but we learn to be judicious about when we answer to it.

I hope you liked today's Goatucation.

Remember to come back tomorrow to see what Kevin was doing in the wood pile.

Who Else Was in the Wood Pile?

The wood pile has been a popular spot lately. You saw all the fun Harry had there yesterday.

Abby had her fun there too. But who else do you suppose was in the wood pile that day?

Why those big eaters, Jillian and Mallory of course! They never miss an opportunity for a good munch.

They each picked a spot and started scoping out the best place to nibble and eat.

Jillian loves looking among the branches for a yummy lichen.

Mallory prefers nibbling on the bark of the logs.

Is that Mallory doing some stealth grazing in the wood pile?

Uh-oh! A little white goat has hopped into the pile. That can only mean trouble! Tune in Tuesday to see what Kevin did in the wood pile.

Monday will be Goatucation - Do Goats Know Their Names?

Harry and the Wood Pile

Yesterday you all learned how much Abby loves it here on the Farm. Well she is not the only one who loves it here on the Farm. I LOVE IT TOO. Harumph. She thinks she is the only one that counts around here. But this is MY blog and I tell the important tales. So today I am going to tell you all about Harry discovering the wood pile. You all know, of course, how much we goats love the wood pile. It is full of tasty logs and branches to nibble and munch. We hadn't been over there in a while and it was Harry's first time trying bark and lichens and such. Needless to say, he enjoyed himself. Abby took him over there on our graze that day.

He leaped right up on the big logs and started checking things out.

Then he got right down to some serious nibbling.

He checked out all the different parts of the wood pile. He wasn't going to miss a place to munch!

He found something good to eat over there...

He even did some stealth nibbling! He is advanced for his age.

His Uncle Kevin joined him for a bit and even showed him how to scratch an itch on one of the branches. This is very useful information!

He, of course, leaped from log to log. He is a little leaper!

I think he enjoyed his time at the wood pile very much and I am sure he will be going back. Who else enjoyed the wood pile that day? Come back tomorrow to find out!

AbbyDay - I Love My Life

It's Friday so it's me, Abby. I want to say that I LOVE my life here on the Farm. I mean what is there not to love? I have a beautiful view when I go grazing...

I have lots of great grass and tasty weeds to eat. If you ask me there is not much better than grass and tasty weeds; except for grain! In the immortal words of Daisy the Curly Cat - nom, nom, nom. She is one smart cat! I am not like Pricilla, I don't butt cats. Much.

I get to eat lots of delicious minerals. Mmmmmm! I love minerals. I am teaching Harry to love them too.

I do get grain, of course, but not too much.

I even get to hop on the hay pile now and then - just don't tell the publicist!

And the other day I introduced Harry to the wood pile. You remember how much we all love the wood pile around here.

You will learn of Harry's fun in wood pile tomorrow!

Cock-A-Doodle-Whaaaaa?

I have not told you about the chickens in quite some time and given the recent erm, activities of the Blue Andalusian rooster I think it is time I updated you on the birds in my goat pen. The male person and the publicist haven't named all the chickens, there are just too many of them but they do refer to the blue chicken as "Blue Guy." Hmmm, I do not think this is very original. Not at all, but I am not a human. He has turned into a very pretty chicken, as chickens go.

The big news in chicken world is Blue Guy has started crowing! Well, sort of crowing. He goes, "cock - a - doodle - aaaaaaaeeeeh." It's a very funny sound. The even funnier part of his crowing is his need to be on top of something when he makes his attempts. He crows from the top of their waterer...

Then he jumps down to find a grasshopper to eat. I must admit I am glad the chickens are eating the grasshoppers; they are very annoying bugs. I did not think I would like the chickens in my goat pen but they are serving some good.

He crows from the side of the chicken tractor....

He even crows from the roof of the chicken tractor!

I am beginning to wonder if he has the same hopping gene that Kevin the goat has!

I think he is teaching the other roosters how to crow. One of the Rhode Island Reds made an interesting sound today. Uh-oh!

Wordless Wednesday

Hi Daddy!

Chicken TAXI?

You will recall that we have a chicken tractor in our goat pen. You will recall that I was not happy about this. I think perhaps that Jillian and Mallory are even less thrilled than I at the moment. Unless they are charging the chickens for this service.....

Are Jillian and Mallory running a chicken TAXI service? Is that why there are chickens on their backs?

Are they charging the chickens grain for this service?

Hmmm, I wonder.

I would not sink so low. I have my dignity. I would not walk around with a chicken flapping its wings on my back.

I think that chicken looks just a bit too comfortable up there. What do you think?

I think they are spending too much time with the chickens. Perhaps they are like little Kevin and they are not sure if they are chickens or goats!

I think Jillian and Mallory are silly goats. Harumph!