Yesterday morning it was 4 degrees F when Mom fed us our breakfast. She paused to scratch Mr. Tumnus’ back and hair came out! She looked closer and sure enough, the Boers are starting to shed their cashmere undercoats. Boers have cashmere?
We’re getting ready for a blizzard! We don’t have them very often here in the Ozarks, so it’s an event. Mom and Dad are scurrying around, making sure we have everything we need. That’s important because once it starts to ice and snow, we’re stuck at home.
Our sheep have bugs! A few of the sheep started scrubbing themselves on things three weeks ago. Uzzi and I were worried that we’d get bugs too, so we booted up the computer read up on lice.
Note from Sue, Martok’s human mom: Martok agreed to share his annual Christmas letter to his beautiful Nubian mother, Ozark Jewels Peppercorn, again this year.
Nowadays, reindeer are the Christmas critters du jour, but we goats used to bring on Christmas cheer! Jultomte and juleniesse wear red, but they’re still small—not big and jolly like Santa Claus—and they deliver gifts in sleighs drawn by goats or carry the presents pack-style on a goat’s back.
Did you know goats might have contributed milk and cheese to the first Thanksgiving feast? It’s true. The first Thanksgiving took place at Plimoth Plantation in Plymouth, Mass., in 1621.