Did Someone Say Apples?

Oh it's that time of year!
Apple season.
I love apple season even more than I love carrot top season.

Apples are my favorite treat.
mmmm, apples!

The publicist was lucky at a yard sale and got herself an apple press.
She made some apple cider and after she was done she was left with this...

Lots of apple pieces.
She wasn't going to let all of those apple pieces go into the mulch, at least not directly. 
heh heh
Oh, no! 
She was going to give us goats a treat!

First she gave some to my studmuffin.

He really dug in and lapped those apple pieces up, didn't he?

Luke, oh Luke?
LUKE!

I guess he is too busy enjoying his treat.

Or wearing it.
Silly Luke!

Matthew enjoyed the apple bits as well. 

In fact, he wouldn't let anyone else up on the spools to share.
Mean Matthew!

Mallory was just as greedy.

You can see her hairs are all ruffed up - she is spoiling for an apple fight!
She even had a showdown with a chicken.

That's when Abby snuck in and got some.

Lucky Abby!


I think the publicist needs to give us seperate piles of apple bits like she did the carrot tops. I am going to maaaaaa to her about this.

What do you think?

Sunday Movies with the Happy Goats

Boy, are the weeks going by quickly or is it me?
No matter...because I can't change it and it's time for another

SUNDAY MOVIES WITH THE HAPPY GOATS

This week I show you undisputed truth that Mallory is a bully goat!

And that goats really don't like rain.

Did you see me run?

I hope you liked this movie.

Tomorrow:  Goatucation

ABBYDAY: Mallory is a Bully

The publicist messed up my schedule and I have to do my Friday AbbyDay on Saturday that made me mad. But I still got my day and I am going to use it to tell you a bald truth about a goat on this Farm.

That's right.

Mallory is a bully. Everyone thinks I am a bully goat but I have nothing on Mallory the goat. I was quietly eating my hay, not bothering any one.

Do you see that goat face in the corner?

Mallory came and took my spot!

I then went over the hay pile under the chicken house and guess what?

Mallory had to have that spot too!

I went back to the small goat house and Mallory stalked me and she butt me!
SHE BUTT ME!

Can you imagine? I mean these things happen to wimpy Pricilla, but not to me. Who does Mallory think she is?


I am so distraught I am going to finish my story tomorrow. The publicist said I could have an extra day on the blog because Mallory was so mean to me. And because she was stupid enough to not know what day it was.


The publicist even gave me an extra scratch on the tail.

It was almost worth it for an extra scratch on the tail.
Almost.


Tomorrow:  The rest of Mallory's reign of terror.