Showing posts with label playing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label playing. Show all posts

Monday, June 6, 2011

So Much to Munch, So Much to Climb

Little Buster Brown is having SO much fun!
He loves to be out running free around the Farm.
He explores all around and you know there is so much to see and to munch.


He especially likes to spend time over by the wood piles.




The bark on the wood is particularly delicious.
Mmmm, bark.


He also likes to hop around on the wood pile.




All the little kids do this. It helps their leg muscles to grow strong.
But he is easily distracted by some tasty bark.




Aaaah, it is good to be a goat on the Farm.
For a kid it's nothing but playing...




and eating. With a little supervision by one's nanny.




Jealous?

Tuesday, December 29, 2009

Playtime for Matthew and Jillian

It has been quite chilly lately and that tends to make us goats frisky. We run around to help warm us up. The other day Jillian and Matthew were running and jumping and butting like crazy goats.

Jillian started by running and leaping on to the spool and then off. The photo is fuzzy because she was moving so fast!




Then she decided to play with Matthew. The two of them often have fun together. They started by butting heads.




Then when Matthew got distracted Jillian bit him! Blue Guy was watching so he was a witness.




Look - you can see her nibbling.




Matthew didn't like this and he cried and Mallory came running.




She got between them and gave Jillian a maaaaing to.




Then Matthew decided to go graze and all was well with the goat world.




I hope you enjoyed watching the goats play.

Tomorrow:  Wordless Wednesday - Crow to the World

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

Happy Goats Farm Interview - Luke the Goat



I continue today with the interviews with my fellow animals on the Happy Goats Farm. Today I am introducing you to Luke the goat. He is the only goat on the farm to whom I did not give birth! So here we go:




So, Luke how did you come to be at the Happy Goats Farm?
When I was just a little buckling at the Glory Bea Farm in Washington State one day a man came in a truck and put me in a carrier. Then I went for a long, long, long, long, long ride. It was windy and noisy and I was scared. But then when it ended I found myself at the Happy Goats Farm. I will admit that I was still scared when I arrived. It was so new and different. I missed my brother. I missed my mother. But then...then...I saw YOU! It was love at first sight.

Now Luke, keep to the interview....


What do you do here at the farm?
I eat a lot of hay and grain. I love my goat treat at night but only if it is apples or pears. I don't like carrots. I like to play with Michael the goat. And well, this is a family blog so I won't go into my other, uh, duties. I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you.




LUKE!

What do you like best about the Happy Goats Farm?
You! Want to go out later tonight?

Ugh, I can see I am not going to get anywhere with this interview either. The bucks on this farm are just too difficult to have a civil conversation with.
I hope you enjoyed this little peak into Luke the goat's little mind.




Tuesday, January 13, 2009

Boys Will Be Boys




I am sure like many of you females out there in the world that no matter what your species - THERE IS NO UNDERSTANDING MALES. We have two males on our farm, Michael and Luke. Male goats are called bucks for the educational portion of today's blog...Michael is my son and Luke came to us from a farm in Spokane, Washington. I will, as I mentioned in another post, be interviewing them so you can get to know them better but I thought you would like to see them first.

Yesterday my publicist/udder massage specialist took her camera out while the boys were uh, engaging with each other. Now, I watch the boys everyday; I am after all a doe and what doe does not like to look at a handsome buck? Even after daily viewing I can't tell if they are playing or trying to kill each other! They stand on their hind legs and bang their heads together so hard sometimes. Perhaps this explains their, hmmmmm, stubbornness. Yes, let's just call it stubbornness.

You don't know any males like that, do you?

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