Maybe it’s just the time of year, but I’m beginning to wonder if somehow a little some-something has found its way into the ruminant feed, that or if they've all gone a little nutso (wouldn't be the first ones around here). They’re all acting a little wacky tobbacky.
Bill Withers (oh did you forget we had goats as well?) keeps strolling over and resting his head against my hip. If I don’t pet him, he puts on a little pressure until I do. When I step back, he looks like this, all ready for his first Grateful Dead concert, twenty-odd years too late. If you listen closely, you can hear him singing CSN’s “Almost Cut My Hair.” Bill definitely lets his freak flag fly.
Then there’s Daisy. Anthony’s mom came over yesterday to drop him off and see the lambs and when she saw her said, “Daisy’s still alive?” Yup, but she’s one weird Boer Goat. She keeps to herself, hanging with the chickens (who admittedly are wonderful conversationalists), soaking up some rays, man, and happily displaying her buzz to the world. She’s also very proud that she still has all her teeth.
Charlotte here keeps trying to make us play made-ya-blink with her. She wins every time. I think it has something to do with the scar tissue on her nose. That must have been some blow (to the head, I mean; I do not endorse the use of any illegal substances on my blog!)
Don’t even ask; I just backed away slowly.
Even the little ones are acting queer, Finnegan in particular. Those sugar lips better be from the roots, bad boy.
I mean look at him! I can’t decide whether he is conversing with the plywood or is trying to get rich quick by finding a vision of the Virgin Mary in the grain and selling it on Ebay so that casino can buy it. Hey, wood’s better than toast, by gosh and golly.
On top of that, Seamus, no longer the object of my anxiety, thinks he’s a dog. Look at that stack! Westminster, here we come. Introducing Shetland Sheep #66, Rancho Laurena’s Seamus Dillon.
This is him doing his impression of Zuul from Ghostbusters (yes, I was having a little too much fun with Photoshop). I’m watching the skies for the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man.
I could go on and on. For now, however, I’ll end with Big-Faced Sean here. Interpret him as you will.
Tomorrow, the removal of das boot!