Uzzi and I were munching the yummy, crisp leaves that fall in our paddock and gazing at the beautiful autumn colors in our woods when Uzzi swallowed and then said, “Why do they do that? Why do the leaves change colors before they fall?â€ť
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.