I am mad at Mother Nature.
It’s true. I would not lie.
Would you like to know why?
I will maaaaaa you why. Look!
It snowed. A LOT. Six inches. It is March.
There should not be this much snow in March.
It is past my knees. I am an old goat.
I want to bask in the sun. I do not want to walk in the snow. Harumph!
I will agree that it is very pretty.
But that does not mean that I like this snow.
It is COLD.
The publicist stares at the view and goes, “aaaaaaah.” I think she is a little bit crazy.
Would you stare at this and go, “aaaaah?”
OK – don’t answer that.
You humans are strange creatures.
There are other strange creatures on this Farm. And I don’t mean my fellow goats. Those chickens weren’t too fond of the snow either.
I can understand this.
Their legs are even shorter than mine.
They were roosting wherever they could. One even sat on the male person’s car!
Nora the goat figured out how to stay out of the snow.
She is one smart goat.
A dry place to stand and food all in one place.
At least the publicist cleared a spot for me so I could stand and soak up the bright sun.
It was some consolation.
Although there are some that had it much nicer.
I am going to have to have a serious maaaaa with the publicist.