An Interloper. In the Doe Pen!

Shocking news today readers.
SHOCKING!
Even the chickens didn't know which way to run.

LUKE THE GOAT RAN INTO THE DOE PEN.
He ran in there instead of in his pen.

Silly Luke!
He decided to take a tour.

He checked out the spools and the little goathouse.

He checked out the little chicken house.

He ATE OUR MINERALS!

He gave the publicist a bit of a hug.
I am not sure she appreciated this.
She made rumblings about "the rut is coming. I can smell it."

He ATE OUR HAY!

He rubbed against our fence.

The publicist tried to tempt him with grain but do you see what he did to her.
Look!
Look closely.
HE STUCK OUT HIS TONGUE AT HER!

That was NOT nice!
I finally decided to help her.

I came out of my goathouse and whispmaaaaed in his ear.
I maaaaed at him to go to his pen.
I maaaaed at him that it was time for him to leave even though I enjoyed seeing him so close to me.

HE LISTENED!

He went back to his pen.

He rubbed against his fence.

And he settled down and he ate his hay.

Until.....

WHAT? AN INTERLOPER IN LUKE'S PEN?!
What is going on around this Farm?

More on Monday!

What Our Mornings Are Like Now

Things have changed here on the Farm since the arrival of Bruce and Clarence.
It is not as erm, peaceful in the morning.
There is a lot of bouncing and running and jumping and total chaos.
CRAZY KIDS!
Well, look for yourselves and YOU tell me how you would feel about your mornings.


If you cannot see the movie you can view it on YouTube HERE.

They are very crazy kids!
I am too old for this!

When Did We Get a Third Spool for the Doe Pen?

You never know what is going to happen on the Happy Goats Farm. Each day brings a surprise. For example: just the other day the male person was quietly drinking his coffee and he heard noises from outside. He looked out the window and he saw this

He started to wonder when the doe pen acquired a third spool! He knows he only put two spools in there. Where did this third spool come from? He decided he better get a closer look.

Oh my! That's not a spool - it's the publicist! How did this happen?!

There is a goat on her back!

A small white goat!

Kevin the goat to be exact!

WHAT is he doing there?

The male person asked the publicist what was going on and she told him that she was petting her two little goats - she loves to pet her little babies. Then Abby came over to be pet so she bent down to scratch her ears and all of a sudden there was a goat on her back!

That Kevin - what a silly kid.

Then he started to eat her hair!


The publicist is not a goat snack!

My heavens!

Little Harry thought this whole thing was quite amusing. I am not sure that he would not have leaped onto the publicist's back had he been given the chance.



What will happen next in the doe pen?

I have no idea!

But tomorrow is AbbyDay and you know that ANYTHING is possible on AbbyDay.

The publicist has straightened up now and would like to remind you that she has TWO giveaways going on over at her blog; one for earrings and a gift certificate and one for custom postcards (with TWO winners!). Why not hop on over there and check them out?

Afternoon Crazies

Every afternoon the publicist looks out her window because she hears lots of strange noises coming from the goat pen. What does she see you ask? Well, I call it the Afternoon Crazies. It seems that every afternoon Jillian, Mallory and Kevin go a little wacky. They run up and down the goat pen jumping and leaping on the spools and small goat house. I wisely keep my distance from all of this activity; so does Abigail.

It usually starts with Kevin, of course. He hops up on the little goat house.

Then he hops down and runs to the front of the goat pen. Mallory takes over on top of the little goat house.

Suddenly Kevin's back and he hops on one spool and then...

...he's flyin' over to the other spool.

Jillian gets tired of lying around and she and Mallory start playing too.

Crazy goats!

I don't why they expend all this energy flying around the pen but I think I will continue to just stay out of the way. I wouldn't want to be mowed over while they ran hither and yon!

I must now put on my SpokesGoat hat and let you know that the publicist has made new soaps again! Over the course of the last week she has made several batches of my rich soap. On the curing shelf right now are: Sweetgrass, Tangerine Dream, Lavender Mint, Lavender, Cherry Lemonade, Mint and Unscented. Woo hoo!

What Did the Publicist See?

It started out as a normal, quiet morning. The publicist was sitting in her trailer reading the paper. That morning was the first morning she had put all of us girl goats in the same pen together. I can't say that I was happy about it. Jillian and Mallory are very, uhm, active. That's a good word - active. And playful. They are also very playful. I am an old goat. I like my peaceful time. I don't want to run around and butt heads. But I understand, the fields need to have rest periods too.

The publicist had brought in Jillian and Mallory's goat house so there would be plenty of shelter from the sun or rain. She wasn't too smart in its placement, though, because as she was sitting there reading her paper she heard some strange noises and looked out her window. This is what she saw:

JILLIAN AND MALLORY ON TOP OF THE GOAT HOUSE!!!!!

They were up there having a butting contest. Silly goats.

The publicist came out and they jumped down - actually Jillian butted Mallory off and then she jumped down. The publicist was quite upset she wasn't still taking photos because it was quite a magnificent leap!

Abby and I were discussing what to do about them and trying to stay out of the way. Can you see me way in the back of the little goat house? Kevin is in there too!

She went back into the trailer and heard the noises again! And this is what she saw:

Because the publicist was stupid and didn't move the little goat house....

Once she did that Jillian and Mallory could not jump up to the top of the big goat house any longer and all was (mostly) peaceful in the pen.

Remember that the Chick and Rooster soaps are 20% off through May 15th! The publicist will either send you a new invoice or a prompt refund which ever you prefer.

Also, my newsletter giveaway is winding down. Up for grabs: THREE BARS of my rich soap. All who sign up through May 16th are eligible, so come on and sign up!

Curiosity

We goats are naturally curious creatures which can sometimes get us into trouble. But most of the time it just creates great photo opportunities. I have seen photos of goats in trees, goats in hay piles (Michael - I am talking about you!) but I think this is going to be the grand debut of a goat in a foundation window. Has anyone else out there ever seen anything like this?

That is little Sarah checking out the foundation of the publicist's new house. Even Abby had to check things out and see that the workers were doing a good job.

Given that the house is now almost finished I suspect that the workers did do a good job in spite of Abby's supervision. Sometimes I wonder if we goats are just plain crazy; and I do include myself in that statement. This is what the publicist's house looks like now. I think it is very cool but I am also glad I get to live in my barn.

The Tale of the Extra Goat Treat: Part I, Luke

As I mentioned yesterday our publicist made an apple cobbler on Saturday. This left her with a bowl full of apple peels and pieces. She know how much we love apples so she brought us each a special goat treat to enjoy. While we were munching away she took some pictures so you could see just how much we looooooooove our goat treat. Each day for the next four days I am going to show you the pictures and then you will have a chance to vote and pick who you think enjoyed their goat treat the most. Anyone who votes will have a chance to win a bar of my rich soap. Isn't that exciting? So tell your your friends to come read about our special goat treat!

Today I am showing you Luke. Since he is the baby in the bunch he got his goat treat first. He was very happy; he was doing his little goat dance and his tail was a 'wagging. He tried to get his whole body through his gate but only his head would fit.

He munched and munched and munched. He is not a neat eater, is he?

You can see me waiting patiently (?) in the background.

I think he looks pretty funny with apple coming out of his mouth, don't you?

Tomorrow you will get to see how much Abigail enjoyed her goat treat.

Crazy Goats!

I live with a bunch of crazy goats! I do not include myself in that sentence. I am not a crazy goat; I am a Happy Goat as befits the spokesgoat for Happy Goats Soap. But given the behavior of the other goats on this farm I am beginning to think it should have been called the Crazy Goats Farm. For example, yesterday when our publicist/udder massage specialist was bringing Abigail and me down from the barn to our pen Abigail decided it would be a good time to go visit the horses across the street - and off she ran. But she forgot that the driveway is a sheet of ice. Her hooves were a' moving but Abigail was not. She eventually got some traction but ended up doing a face plant and sliding a good four feet before the publicist caught up to her and got her turned around. I was trying to be a good goat and not laugh at her but it was very, very hard.

Then Michael the goat escaped from HIS pen. Again. Now that he has discovered how to get a running head of steam and leap over his fence he just keeps doing so. He is just so proud of himself! The publicist drags him back to his pen by his horns -which he doesn't like at all! I think it upsets him that she is strong enough to do it. Hee hee. This week our male person is going to buy taller fencing so that Michael will stay where he belongs - hopefully.

But the topper of the day belonged to Luke the goat. When it was time to head back up to the barn for our goat treat and a good night's sleep Luke decided he just wasn't quite ready yet. Actually Michael didn't head right up either so the publicist had her hands full of rammy goats. She went to the goat barn and got a lead, hooked Michael the goat up and took him to the barn. When Luke the goat saw her returning he climbed the mulch pile. The publicist yelled at him; told him he better not dare jump into the doe pen. But you can guess what happened. Luke leaped! He started chasing Abigail around as if his life depended on it. I just stood back while Abigail ran like the devil was chasing her. And in a way I guess he was. Again, I tried not to laugh at Abigail's predicament but it was ABIGAIL after all.....

The publicist opened our gate and I ran out. Abigail finally figured out to escape as well. Luke had the gate slammed in his little goat face. He was not happy about this at all! Abigail and I RAN to the goat barn while Luke MAAAAAAAAed like a crazy goat. The publicist got us settled and went back for Luke the goat and found him with his head stuck in the fence! He put it through were our pen meets the garden. He was trying to fit his whole little goat body through an 8" x 8" hole. Crazy goat! When the publicist went in to help him he was so focused on getting to us girls that he did not want to back out of the fence, he just wanted to go forward. It's that whole "gotta get a doe" mentality these bucks have, you know? And I thought he was in love with ME. Bucks are fickle, FICKLE!

Anyway, with much wiggling the publicist finally was able to get Luke the goat out of the fencing, hooked up to a lead and into his pen in the barn. Whew! She was exhausted! Luke the goat was, uh, frustrated.