Last Wednesday, when Dad came home from work, a hen was glaring at something moving across the yard. It was a tarantula!
Yesterday, Uzzi and I were lounging, chewing cud, when Uzzi said, “Whatâ€™s that?â€ť There was a long-legged, spider-like thing crawling along his back.
Vote for my mom in Casey’s Famous People Contest, running Sept. 11 to 25, 2012.
We donâ€™t have roosters on our farm anymore. Carl and Rasputin had to go to new homes because they kept raking Mom and Dad with their spurs.
Iâ€™m going to be in a mini-documentary because my mom is a crazy goat lady! We goats knew that all along. Now because of us, she might be famous.
Our mom isn’t very imaginative when she calls us animals in from the pasture. When she wants the goats and sheep to come in, she hollers, “Goat, goat! Sheep, sheep!”
The other day, Uzzi and I were lying in the shade chewing cud when we glanced down and our eyes bugged outâ€”there was a shiny black beetle pushing a big ball of manure with his back feet.
We have two new goats at our house and, boy, are they tiny! They came to live with us because someone threw them away. Can you believe it?!
When Uzzi and I were little kids, we drank milk from bottles. It was good! Then Mom said we got too old for milk, and we started eating hay instead.
Yesterday, one of Dad’s coworkers gave him a big bucket of fresh wild plums. Uzzi and I got to eat some! Mom even took out the pits.