Ultimate Spool Supremacy?

Kevin thinks he is a big goat. He is bigger than he was when he was born, obviously, but he is not a big goat yet. I think maybe his hopping has gone to his head. Since he hops so high I think he thinks he is as tall as Jillian and Mallory. He actually went into battle for spool supremacy with Jillian the other day. I mean I can get away with this; I am a wily old goat. But Kevin? He is just a kid in the woods - or goat pen as the case may be. He just gets himself all full of hoppin' energy and off he goes - hop, hop, hop. He just doesn't care. I really don't think he cares if he wins the top spool or not. He just wants to play!

Jillian was already on the top spool; she really likes it up there and I can't say that I blame her. You get a good view from up there. Mallory was on the lower spool and Kevin was just lurking around.

Kevin decided to get a better look.

And up he hopped!

But Jillian gave him a good talking too and he was soon back down on the ground where he conferred with Mallory.

I wonder what secret he is telling to her?

She egged him on and up again he went but it was not to be....

Jillian is just too big for him right now. He has to keep eating the tasty weeds and grass so he can grow big and strong. But he sure did do a good leap down!

Soon he will have little playmates more his size. THEN he will feel like the big goat around here.

I think I am going to start a new feature here on my blog. I am going to call it Goatucation. So if anyone has any questions about goats or their care, just ask! I will be happy to tell you what it is like to be a goat.

What Kevin Has NOT Learned

Now I am very proud nanny. I think my Kevin is about the cutest, smartest little kid around. From the comments I get on my blog a lot of other people feel this way too. He has learned many things in his two short months but there is one thing he just can't seem to figure out. He is having a very hard time with the mineral bucket. You will recall from an earlier post that he has used it as a goat bed. This is definitely not the correct use for the mineral bucket. The publicist has been keeping our mineral bucket supplied with nice, tasty minerals. In fact she put a fresh supply out today. Kevin went over and had a taste.

He looks like he really enjoyed them, doesn't he?

But it went downhill from there. Instead of just eating them out of the bucket, he decided to get INTO the bucket! Silly goat! First it was his front two hooves...

Then all four hooves.

Then he started to settle down for a little nap.

Somehow the minerals don't look as appetizing with a little white goat on top of them!

I don't know what I am going to do with that kid. I guess if this is his only fault I can live with it....but then there is the hopping.

Kevin Befriends Stinky

It seems that Kevin has become friendly with Stinky the cat! Somehow when I wasn't watching the two of them played a little game of sniff me and now there is no more cat butting going on. Harumph! What good are cats if not to butt? I watched the other day as Stinky was lying in the sun. If you ask me she looked like she was dead...now there's a thought! Sometimes I am not a nice goat, not a nice goat at all. When it comes to cats I am like the male person.

Kevin snuck up to check her out

He gave several good sniffs. I wonder what a cat smells like? I have never taken the time to sniff myself . I just butt and run.

Stinky gave a little pat



Stinky just sat there. They sniffed each other again. It was all very calm and friendly! No claws, no scratching, no butting.

Then they stood up and seemed to just agree to be friends. It was rather cute. I am not sure I agree with this but Kevin is his own goat.

Finaly Stinky just walked off with Kevin following. Harumph! Kevin should have been the leader!

I don't know what the world is coming to. Goats and cats getting along. What have I taught that boy? Hmmmm......

Sometimes I Want to Run Away

Do you ever feel that way? I know I do. It just seems that there are too many goats, too many chickens and too many cats and I just want to be alone.

Now I know it wouldn't work because we goats are social creatures and we just don't fare well as singles. In fact we have been know to waste away without a friend. But sometimes it is just nice to dream. Sometimes I do more than dream. Sometimes I am a very bad goat. Sometimes I escape the Farm and go running across the street to the Horse Farm.

You remember the horses; I have blogged about them before. I know I am not allowed out in the street but sometimes I am stubborn and do what is wrong. I am not saying you should do this, but sometimes I am just a bad goat. I have to admit I have taken little Kevin along; this is not good because Kevin does not know about your human cars and they could hurt him.

I am such a small goat in such a big world and now I am surrounded by.....chickens. It is somehow not how I saw my life. But I suppose it could be worse. I am well treated, I get lots of apples. I have a beautiful view when I am grazing.

You must forgive my mood today. Kevin gets weaned tomorrow and it is always a sad day for a nanny.

So I leave you with a photo of my soon to not be a baby any more kid. Isn't he cute?