A Reminder - The Maaaaa of Pricilla

The publicist is tired and now she isn't feeling well.
Little Harley seemed a bit better today so all of our hooves are crossed.

Since she is tired I thought I would not bother her to do a new blog post tonight.
I thought I would bring you The Maaaaa of Pricilla again.
It is good advice and it is how I live my life.

This is my philosophy which is The Maaaaa of Pricilla. I thought I would share it with all of you.

Only work with people you like; butt the others out of your life.

Play like a kid; hop, leap and frolic.

Eat what you love; burp with abandon.

 Bask in the sun; this is why we have the sun.

Love your herd; they have your back.

 I hope you enjoyed this - I try and live by it everyday.

Post Redux: My First Taste of Turnip Greens

The publicist is not feeling well so I am bringing you an oldie but goodie today from my archives. And now that I've read it I'm hungry.....

We'll be back on Monday with the winner of Harry's BlogPaws Giveaway and other fun news from the Farm! Have a great Memorial Day everyone


I am doing the Goat Dance of Joy
Do you want to know why?
I am sure you do!
Well I will maaaa you.


The male person went into the garden and then the publicist brought us this

TURNIP GREENS!
We have never had turnip greens before.
It was the first time the male person had grown them
They grew VERY well.


Guess what?!

I LOVE TURNIP GREENS!
That is why I am doing the goat dance of joy.

I am also eating lots of turnip greens.
So are the other goats.
But this is all about ME.
Mmmmm, they are yummy.

Would YOU like some turnip greens?
I will share.....unlike SOMEgoats around here.

AbbyDay - Post Redux: A Story I Like

It's AbbyDay - the best day of the week written by the best goat on the Earth.

The publicist is not feeling well so she asked me to pick an old post to share with you today. I picked one of my favorites. It features one of our favorite kids, the very first cowgoat on the Farm - Harry the cowgoat! He is one of MY kids so of course he is a great kid. He is still living happily on his farm. I hope you like revisiting this story.

Once upon a time on a Farm in a mystical land there was born a small little goat. And he was given the name of Harry.

Harry loved his life on the Farm. His days were simple and full of fun. He got to frolic with his Uncle Kevin.

Who taught him the joy of playing in the magic wood pile.

While no one was looking he climbed the mountain of Heavenly Hay thinking this would give him special goat powers, but it didn't. It only got him in trouble with the Farm Fairy.

He ate the secret sand that he believed gave him super leaping abilities. The other goats told him they were just minerals but he knew better.

He ate them and he felt like he could fly!

But then one day as he was wandering around his wonderful Farm he encountered a strange and unusual creature. He wondered what it was. It had no horns. It had no hooves.


It didn't smell right. In fact, the first time he gave it a good sniff IT RAN AWAY.

But that did not stop our intrepid goat, oh no! He had eaten the magic sand remember and he had super powers so he searched out the strange creature again.

It ran away at first but Harry followed it into the high grass.

It seemed friendly. This time they gave each other some good sniffs.

Harry decided that this furry animal was no threat to him. His nanny AbbyGoat told him it was called a cat and that he should butt it. Harry did not think this was nice. He didn't think he should butt it just because it was different. He was going to try and make friends with the cat the next time he saw it. He hoped that day would come soon.

I hope you liked this story. Harry is a good little kid and he does leave the Farm cats alone unlike some of us who shall remain nameless.

Post Redux - Intermew with Stinky the Farm Cat

The publicist is not feeling well so we are digging into the archives today to bring you an older post. Enjoy!


 
In the continuing series of interviews with the animals on the Happy Goats Farm I would like to introduce you to Stinky the Cat. She is one of four cats that live here on the Farm. I am not much of a cat goat but the publicist just loves cats like crazy. Our male person says she is a cat magnet. I am not sure he is happy about this. But anyway, meet Stinky!





Stinky, how did you come to live with our publicist?

Don't get to close to me Pricilla, I don't want you to butt me. You always butt me.

Now Stinky, I am acting as a spokesgoat here and I am on my best behavior. Would you please just answer my questions? 

All right as long as you promise not to butt me. I was just a little kitty living in a campground in New Jersey. My old owner had abandoned me. I don't know why; I am a very nice kitty. When our publicist found me my collar was so tight I could hardly breathe. I was so happy when she cut it off of me. It was a very cold night and there was snow everywhere. I was thrilled when I got to go into the warm trailer and eat good food.

Stinky is a rather, hmmmm, odoriferous name. Why are you called Stinky?

My original name was Threesa as in Three's a crowd because I was the third cat in the family but I am rather embarrassed to admit that at first -solely due to my bad diet while living in the wild -it was rather noticeable every time I used the litter box. This caused my name to be changed. I was not happy but I don't have control over these things. Now that I am eating regularly and eating really good food you never know when I have been in the box.

What do you do on the Farm?

I lounge around. I eat a lot. I chase mice. I try and avoid Mr. Eagle; I don't want to get taken for a ride like Fred. I sit in the publicist's lap and give her cat hugs.

How do you feel about me and the other goats on the Farm?

Well, given that if I get too close to you I end up flying through the air I really don't think you want me to answer that question. The first time I met you I just wanted to sniff your nose and the next thing I knew I was airborne. Was this a nice thing to do to a small kitty cat?

I think we will end the intermew now. I hope you enjoyed meeting Stinky the Farm Cat and learning more about her.


Stinky wanted you to see her "fierce face" so I have included a picture of it for you. She used this face to scare the mice. Does it scare you?

Farm Cat Friday - Ugh

The publicist says this is how she feels:

So she is going to do this:

She hopes you understand.
She will be feeling better tomorrow.

Happy 4th of July!

It's been very hot in our neck of the woods.
It is supposed to cool down today.
To 90°.
If you ask me, a furred creature, 90° is still hot.

Like you humans we will be having a picnic, but unlike you humans we will not be eating hot dogs.

We will be eating delicious weeds and tasty grasses.
As I keep reminding you - we are vegetarian goats.
I guess technically we are vegan goats.

One advantage to all of that sun is that the weeds grow tall.
Tall and munchable!

Where am I you ask?
Why closer to my studmuffin.
I don't want him to think we have abandoned him.
And I don't get bothered by those little goats here.
It's peaceful.

He keeps watch though.
He would warn the publicist if anything happened.
He would start to bellow!

But it will just be a day of peaceful grazing.
A day of celebration for you human in the US.

Hopefully there won't be too many fireworks.
It's very dry here and none of us want to see the male person rushing off to a fire!

I hope you all enjoy your holiday.
Me? I think I'm going to go take a nap.
I'm tired. The publicist is tired.
She hasn't been feeling well....I gave her a big hug yesterday.

This is my 1600th post.
If it weren't so hot I would do the Goat Dance of Joy!

Post Redux - Remembering Harry the CowGoat

The publicist is not feeling well so I am bringing back an oldie but goodie for you to enjoy. Since AbbyGoat will have another kid(s) in March I thought you might like to revisit when Harry the goat was born. He was the first kid featured on my blog. Enjoy! The publicist will be back helping me on Monday.  Harry went off to live on another farm with lots of other goats and is a Happy Goat to this day.

It was a truly happy day on the Farm yesterday as we received a new member into our midst. Please welcome my grandkid,Harry the goat!!! His eyes are not blue, sadly, it's just the camera.

In honor of his birth so close to Father's Day this little bundle of fur has been named for the publicist's father. She is positive he is rolling over in his grave - well he isn't in a grave but you get the idea. Heh heh. Abby had a pretty easy labor and welcomed little Harry with lots of licks. We nanny goats lick our kids a lot in the beginning to clean them off.

He took his first steps within minutes of his birth, wobbly as can be but he was a real trouper! He made his way over to Abby's udder for his first drink of her rich milk with that nutrient rich colostrum.

The publicist thinks he is a little cutie. He is smaller than Kevin was when he was born.

You can sure tell from looking at the little guy that there is NO doubt as to which buck is his daddy.

They are like little goat doppelgangers aren't they? This is Luke when he first arrived at the Farm. He was two months old when he first came to us.

He is of course a very proud daddy goat.

The photos are not as good as the could be as they were taken in the barn in the dark with the flash. The publicist will have much better ones tomorrow when she takes the kid out for his first walk in the sun. I guess it is the year of the buck at the Happy Goats Farm.

Post Redux - An Ode to Luke the Goat

The publicist is not feeling well so I am bringing you an oldie but a goodie today. It's from before I was a retired goat so don't get any ideas about me having a kid. The publicist says that is NOT going to happen no matter how much I moan.

There he stands in the cold of the morning. 
Just waiting at the barn door.

Then he runs down to his pen, little tail waggin'.
The perfect buck goat for sure!

He stops by the doe pen to see what we are doing.
I have warned off the girls, He is all mine now hear it.

So he goes to his pen to spend his day alone.
Don't worry my love, I am with you in spirit.

He checks out his hay, is he ready to munch?
Could there be something better, something with crunch?

Of course! He forgot! He runs to his grain. 
He eats it all up. Off to the hay - he's in the zone.

I love my little Luke I wish I could be with him.
But soon I will have a kid of his all of my own. (Keep your hooves crossed)

(Isn't he just the handsomest?!)

I hope you liked my little poem today. I have been thinking about my studmuffin and just had to share.

Farm Cat Friday - Post Redux: Meet Harry the Farm Kitten

The publicist is not feeling well so for today's Farm Cat Friday I bring you and oldie but a goodie - the post where we introduced Harry the Farm cat. It made the publicist smile to see his little kitten face again. I hope it does the same for all of you.....

I am so happy to be back blogging.
I needed my maternity leave but the twins are big enough now and it was time I got back to work.
I don't want that Pricilla to have all the glory.

In fact, I Abby, get to introduce you to the new Farm kitten!
Isn't that exciting.
Pfffft to Pricilla!

Meet Harry.

Isn't he cute? I like him because he is black and white just like ME!
He is getting settled in to the Farm.
Sherpa is eating cleaning him.

They have been playing together.
It's hard to remember that Sherpa was once that small.

They like to wrestle together

But then they both fall asleep.

They are both very sweet kitties.
I hope you enjoyed meeting Harry the kitten.
He is named after the publicist's daddy.

Rememberings: Post Redux - The Publicist is Not Feeling Well

The publicist is not feeling well so I am rerunning a post today. Meet My Friends Monday will return next week. I hope you like this look back - I sure did!

For the first time the publicist is writing the blog! I am most happy to report that after a day of labor we have a new little buck on the Happy Goats Farm - please welcome Kevin the goat.

I stayed with Pricilla for her labor; she seemed more at ease when I sat with her, so sit with her I did. I can't say my back was happy with that decision but Pricilla was. Fortunately for her she had Kevin right before I had to leave for a doctor's appointment. I just knew she would go into labor when I had to be somewhere!

Both the male person and I were expecting twins as Pricilla had always had them in the past but this time she only had one kid. But he is a rather large kid so perhaps that is why there is only one. He is a cute little guy and more photos will follow. Funny that a mostly brown goat and cow colored goat could create a almost all white goat. The recessive genes in these animals are amazing for color.


Oh, we would have had more pictures from the birth but the male person thought using the flash was the way to go...it was not. That is all I am going to say.


**The publicist says she should be back all fit as a fiddle tomorrow for Abby to write her AbbyDay post. I sure hope so. I wouldn't want to be the one to tell Abby she couldn't write her blog...

A Note from Pricilla

I am very sorry you did not have a post this morning.
The publicist was very sick yesterday.
Her headache was very bad and she didn't get out of bed all day.
So I couldn't get into the trailer to write my blog.

I will be back tomorrow.
She is feeling a little better.