The days are starting to get longer and I am happy about that. So are the goats. They much prefer being out and about than being locked up in the barn. I can’t say that I blame them. I suspect I’d feel the same way. I mentioned a couple of weeks ago that AbbyGoat had not been feeling her normal feisty self. She has been on the road to recovery and this week she proved to me once and for all that she is back. I was putting the goats up for the night and everyone was in the barn except for Luke and Abby – Luke goes in last and I couldn’t put him in until I figured out where she had wandered off to.
I looked and I searched and I called – no AbbyGoat. Where in the devil had she gotten to? She has a way of wandering off that drives me a bit batty so I started looking all over the farm. And there she was – at the bottom of the gully. I called down to her, she very calmly looked up at me, stared for a bit and then just went back to eating the grass. She KNEW it was time to be in the barn and she KNEW she was being a bad goat and she didn’t care. I couldn’t go down and get her because the banks of the gully are too steep and she knows this too. I left her there and got Luke in the barn. I finished up the chores and by the time I was done she was standing outside the barn with this look on her face.
I swear – that goat is on this farm to drive me bonkers. But I am glad that she is feeling better. I was very worried when she was sick.
The mornings have been beautiful in a wintry Brigadoonish kind of way. It has been foggy and the fog is freezing leaving the farm covered in frozen fog, hoar frost, rime – whatever name you use for it. No matter what you call it it is beautiful I’ve been taking all manner of photos.
It’s truly glorious when the sun is shining. The photos don’t show the true beauty as it has this glow. Everything looks flocked for Christmas.
When you get closer you see that it’s comprised of tiny little spikes. When they fall off the spikes remain intact and they make a crystalline like sound as they hit the ground. Also very hard to describe. Very light, very airy but very distinctive.
Pricilla thought she was getting treats but just ended up being a model.
She would have preferred treats. Don’t worry – Pricilla is very well treat-ed.
I just find the frozen frost to be one of Nature’s ways to make a dull, grey Montana winter beautiful. And endlessly fascinating. At least to me.
I was bringing in the eggs yesterday as the stupid chickens are starting to lay again and one hen acted in a way I have not seen in the 5 years we have had the birds on the farm. I opened up the door to the nest boxes and she was in there. She was not sitting ON the two eggs but rather next to them but when I reached in to remove them she started barking. Yes, BARKING. It is a sound I’ve not heard from a chicken before. They have a number of different calls – several warning calls – but I’ve never heard one that sounded like a dog barking. Every single chicken on the farm came running and surrounded me. Fortunately I am 5’6″ and the chickens barely stand 1′ or I might have been scared. I take the eggs every day. If a hen is sitting on them I might get pecked but I’ve never been barked and swarmed before. Stupid birds.
A cat in the neighborhood has been stopping by in the evenings and visiting. I’ve been calling him VisitorCat and I share his exploits on Pricilla’s blog. Well last night for the first time he spent the whole night in the yurt. He slept on the bed with us, Harry and Stinky. Sherpa is not so sure about this stranger cat.
He tends to pop in several nights a week, have something to eat and then take a nap. He likes Harry’s lounger. I am pretty sure Harry does not approve. He also spends time at the neighbor’s house because they called to ask if we knew anything about him. He’s very friendly. And huge. He is one BIG cat.
And for some silliness to end this week’s post I give you Sherpa in one of his favorite activities:
yes, Sherpa loves to get in my husband’s pants.
We have no idea why but if he puts his pants on the bed within 10 seconds Sherpa is crawling into them.
I have crazy cats.
And that was last week on the farm.