AbbyDay - Pffft! Stupid Pricilla!

It's AbbyDay the best day of the week. Even better than Christmas.
Why? Because you get ABBY!


I cannot believe that Pricilla getting all excited because she got some mail.
Mail is nothing!
I snort at her mail.

I give her mail the goat stare of death!


OK - it might have been near some other goats but that does not mean I was excited...

All right....but by the GOATS not the mail!
My kids are smart...

They were unimpressed.


But hey, Claire - I asked the publicist if I could have a chicken for my pen in the barn.
Don't tell Pricilla, OK?

Wordless Wednesday - Is it Safe to Come Out?

Wordless Wednesday

Who was knocking on the trailer door?
And what did it want?

Happy St. Patrick's Day to all of you humans out there. Don't eat too much green food. Now of course that is MY favorite kind!

Wordless Wednesday (Almost) - Oh, The Indignity!

 Can you believe the nerve?

I mean, seriously.

I am not a chicken roost! I am a SpokesGoat! Harumph!

Tomorrow:  The Last Graze of Fall 

The Chicks Have GROWN!

The publicist let me have a gander (ha ha) at the little chicks and I am amazed at how much they have grown in just a few days. They are living in the basement of her yurt in something called a brooder. They will stay there until they are old enough and strong enough to go outside. It is still pretty cold around here so it is good they are inside where it is warm. They also have a nice light to help keep them nice and toasty.



There are 52 chicks in all (!) 51 of them are the Rhode Island Red chickens and there is one little guy that is a mystery chick. The publicist and male person have been unable to identify him as of yet. He is grey with black eyebrows and they think he is some kind of banty chicken. They are going to have to wait until he gets bigger to know for sure.


They are very funny; they will stretch their little legs and wings out and then settle down for a nap all in a little bunch.

They also like to flock around the food. I don't blame them for this. I am all for food.

The male person bought BIG feeders for when the move outside but they are still too big for the chicks.

Although the little grey chick gave it his best shot...

...and he hopped right in to eat the chick food.

Silly chick!

I think it is going to be interesting to have these chickens on the Farm. I guess it is better than more goats!

Don't forget that you can get The Chicks All Right with Pricilla Soap on sale for 20% off right now. Just mention "blog" in the notes to seller. The Rooster soap too! It's a great time to try my rich soap! Because not everyone can win the THREE BARS I am giving away in my newsletter contest....

How I Came to Live on The Happy Goats Farm

I realize that many of you may wonder how I came to live on the Happy Goats Farm. I wasn't born here; in fact, I don't remember where I was born. I do remember where I was immediately before my current home. It was a beautiful place full of goats, chickens, horses and llamas. Then one day my publicist put me and Abigail in a truck and took us for a ride. This is how I, and Abigail of course, came to be at the Happy Goats Farm. But, I will admit, I was not a Happy Goat at first. I missed my old farm. I missed my old publicist. I did not know this new publicist; and let's just say she was VERY unpracticed at being owned by goats and leave it at that. It was a very pretty place but it was not MY place.

I will be honest. I kept escaping from my pen. I know this was frustrating for my new people but I was just afraid and it was all so new. This does, though, lead to a funny tale: one night I escaped and Abigail joined me. We started running, running, running until we reached the end of the farm. We turned right thinking to head back to our old home. I ran, Abigail ran, our new male person ran, the publicist ran and the family cats ran. All down the road in a row. Until I was distracted by some tasty weeds on the side of the road. My appetite allowed me to be caught and brought back to the farm. I will admit I did this several more times; one night the horses across the street also escaped and were running the other way. This is how I met the neighbors...

Obviously I have adjusted to life on the Farm and am now a very Happy Goat. Otherwise I wouldn't have my current job and I love my job! How many goats do you know that are so gainfully employed?

I wanted you to see what I get to see when I am grazing so I have posted a photo of my view. This is a winter view - it is much nicer in the spring and summer.