Hijack!

Abby here! I have, uh, detained Pricilla. That's right, detained her and I am doing the blog today. Why should Pricilla get all the glory? I am a producing goat around here too. I work, I give milk. I'm pregnant too. Just because I have a bit of a temper doesn't mean I shouldn't get to write in the blog too.

Don't worry, stupid Pricilla is safe. I left her with hay and water and will, uh, undetain her when I am done. Undetain her - that's good.

Today I want to tell you about my day grazing on the "mountain" on the Farm. It's not really a mountain but just a big pile of dirt they took out of the ground when they put all that mushy grey stuff in the big hole to build the house. I think the male person called it a "foundation." Whatever! I don't care what it's called, I just like the mountain. When I climb it I feel like I am somewhere else altogether. I can see far away and I look to the river and pretend I am a special goat with my own personal mountain. I daydream too!

I pretend I am in my own personal forest with all of the trees and bark I can eat. No one to bother me and best of all no one I have to share with. I am a strange goat; even though I don't want to be alone I don't want to share either. Goats are very social creatures. They need to be in a herd.

Just because I am the supposed bad goat of the family does not mean I am bad. I know I butt Pricilla and try and eat all the food but it is only because I want to be first. Is there anything wrong with that? OK. That sounded bad....maybe I am just hungry. So there. And what good are my horns if I don't use them for something?

Uh oh......

Pricilla here folks. I am very, very sorry for this take over of the blog. Being the intrepid goat that I am I managed to escape from Abby's knots and get her away from the computer. I will do my best to see it doesn't happen again. I am beginning to suspect it was Abby that sold me out to those pesky paparazzi!

Goat Daydreams

Goats get that faraway look in their eyes just like you humans. Especially when we are chewing our cuds. I know you think the whole cud chewing thing is disgusting but when you have the digestive system we have and you eat the rough foods we eat well, accommodations have to be made. You try and deal with four stomachs! But enough about that. The real topic today is what exactly are goat's daydreams?

I of course cannot answer for all goats but I can answer for this spokesgoat. I become Pricilla of the Jungle! That's right - I find myself in the midst of trees and branches and lots of good things to munch. Being a goat it is all about the food. I am sure many of you can appreciate that.

The light is mysterious and the trees cover me as I stalk my illusive prey.


First I get myself into a comfortable position and rub my head against the unsuspecting meal almost like an affectionate hello instead of the beginnings of an attack.

Then I perfect my stance for the big uh, pounce (?). Given my pregnancy I cannot pounce so well any longer but this is a daydream after all.....

Then the pine needles are mine! All mine! Bwahahahahahaha!

They sure do taste good after a diet of hay. It is good to eat different things. I know I get my apples every night but a good munch of dried pine needles are just plain yummy. I have to thank the publicist for letting me roam a bit today and have my fantasy. And the pine needles.

I hope you liked this little trip into my daydreams.