It takes so little to make an old goat happy — a few cups of cracked corn in a pan each morning, the occasional scratch along the jawline, clover hay…
Francesca, on the left, is 10 years old and still frisky and playful. Katrinka, right, isn’t as sprightly, though she’ll perk up and run through the gate fast enough to swipe a nibble from the rose bushes. Little Girl, middle, is Katrinka’s last kid. She’s a sweet, flighty thing, much the opposite of her attention demanding herdmates. She jumps fences at will but is too shy of people and dogs to make a pest of herself in the yard or garden. Her rambles mainly consist of excursions into the sheep pen to see if they’re getting better snacks.
Happily found your blog today. Interesting and lovely. Am a fellow lover of both nature and words, and appreciate all you share. It’s a substantial gift.