My goats managed to get out…..again…..four the umpteenth time, but this time in the dark. It is DARK in the country……especially when you are too cheap to replace the cheap old low watt bulbs outside with new brighter high wattage bulbs. The goats we a good sort but they had gotten separated and were frightened. I got two in relatively easily but my black 3 legged goat Tripoli was off a little and not inclined to come to big, dark, shadowy me. This is the point at which Mary let our Chocolate Lad Sammy out. When you are squinting trying to locate a black goat in pitch black, a chocolate lab does not make things easier. I had 2 low slung forms moving in the darkness. Then Jake the nanny goat (from State Farm) snuck up on me. (Insert small girl noise here). I had forgotten to patch the fence hole. Fortunately tripoli recognized jake and they followed me thru the gate and back in.
Fixing the hole was its own mini adventure. The. Chickens had roosted all around the hole inside the fence so I had to move them all and then conscience dictated that I put them back as they were as it was dark and the ground was nasty wet.
This is Tariq’s church outfit today. It is also the reason he will give his therapist as an adult for hating his mother.
This is Tariq doing his best Chucky impersonation. Yes it is scary. Yes it was voluntary on his part. Yes it was his idea. Yes I took the knife away immediately after I took this picture.
This is Broke Beak Chicken. she his my first and only hen. The roosters leave her alone. She is the original ugly chick. She eats just fine. It’s just the way she was born. She also knows how to break into my house. She came with the new calf.
This is Minion…..Filet Minion. He is our buddy calf for Tinker bell. He is coming up on 2 weeks old. He’s a jersey Bull. Very small, very sweet, and very lazy.
This is Elvis. He is a Bantum rooster. He is a Golden seebright. Good looking tho small man is he.
This is John Wayne. He is my largest rooster by double. He has a high crow and likes to pose. He ambles rathe than run or walk where ever he goes. His step isn’t even a strut… Just a slow cocky amble. Just like the man himself. He protected B.B.C. On her first day in the yard. He goes nowhere fast but commands respect.
Now understand I did not aquire all these at once. I’m just playing catchup. The next three pics are just ones I like.