So. Did you all enjoy your "Day off"? You know. Labor Day. When (some) people don't have to go to work. When (some) people go to the lake and picnics or just sit home and laze about all day.
Silly humans. You know that rarely happens. Even if you're not "working", you're probably cooking a feast or packing a picnic or doing something or other requiring laborious tasks so you can enjoy that "Day Off". Seems we got it all backwards, hugh?
Well, we were up with the rest of you on Labor Day. Paul was brush hogging the entire "long weekend", and Rhiannon and I busied ourselves with school work, barn chores and house chores. But at least we were able to stick around the homestead.
Don, the FFA Boer goat we brought back home, is doing much better now. He's still really skinny, but his bottle jaw is gone, his eyes are much clearer and he seems to be more active. We had him in a quarantine pen but finally moved him back in with the rest of the herd a few days ago. Of course, he's getting butted and pushed around, but he's holding his own and learning who to avoid and who he can snuggle up to. Rhiannon has been loving on him something extra, but it does make me kind'a sad. Rhiannon knows that he's a butcher animal, and I remind her of that on an almost daily basis, but why, why, WHY are the nicest goats the ones we're going to eat?!? Is it just the Universe punishing me for being a carnivore? Oh, you're going to kill that goat?? Well then, let's make sure he's the cutest / nicest one then so you feel like complete shit when you put a bullet in his head. Oh, and this goat over here, the one you've spent countless hours with, trying to get her to be tame & gentle so you can milk her? Let's give her a total piss-on-you attitude.
|Rhiannon says she loves her goats, but she also|
says that she really, REALLY loves BBQ goat ribs.
The chicks should be here any day now and even after ten years of chicken-raising, I still get excited when they arrive. Eight weeks from now when I'm cleaning out chicken crap every single day, the tune will change, but until then I will enjoy the little