Descended From Goats..

Watch "Sam brings home goat greens" on YouTube

So you might be thinking...descended from goats? What now?
Well when I first mentioned goats to Himself he wasn't overly excited but once they got here....well that's a different story. He shaves carrots for their breakfast and calls to see how they are doing. Yesterday he stopped at Butterpot to get ginormous dandelions and raspberry for them. Had to wash em too to remove spit bug spit and other possible nonleafy material that might be abhorrent to a goats palette. Yes I know...
Anyhoo it makes sense that he's a softie for goats. Here is the story. Sixty odd years ago Himself's dad was born and his mother passed away. So as his newborn son stayed in the hospital, Himself's pop (also a Sam) buried his wife. He then brought his baby boy home, to die they said. But there was a goat. And that goat provided the milk to keep the baby alive. Can you imagine? Well that baby grew up and had his own kids (couldn't resist) and one was Himself. So there it is. Thanks long ago goat!
So we will have the spoiledest goats in the world. Not a surprise I know.

Livin' the Dream

I'm sitting out by the chicken coop hanging out with Onesie. He gets picked on sometimes by the big chickens...even his mom. But he/she is a very advanced chicken...way smarter about everything than the other young chickens.
I just got back from a swim. Swimming in the pond is like walking around in the night being able to see in peoples houses. Nothing better than swimming around the pond after a hot day outside weeding and whatnot. There were swallows doing loopdeeloops overhead and then skimming around me an inch above water. Awesome.
When I was walking up the driveway there were baby bunnies hopping away. Himself says if I catch any I can keep em.
Storm and Cloud had lots of visitors this weekend...21 to be exact. Between them and the silkies everyone is amazed at the cuteness. Duke and Chief still don't know what the horned creatures are all about but as long as they all get the same amount of scratches and rubdowns they are content.
All the weekenders are packing up to go back to civilization so it will be back to normal peacefulness soon. Poor buggers slogging back over the highway in that end of long weekend traffic.
I love it here. I'm like that little jammy girl in the coffee commercial. I love my house! I love my beagles. I love my garden. I love my goats...you get the idea.