Summer arrived in the Ozarks practically overnight. It’s hot—really hot—and Ursula’s going to have her lamb next week. She’s fat and grouchy and thinks she should have a fan right now. That’s one of the ways we stay cool.
Mom is snuffling and sneezing because she has pollen allergies. Guess what she’s allergic to? The nice oak trees that make our yummy leaves! Because she’s feeling down, Uzzi and I decided to share one of our favorite goat tales with her (and you).
Our sheep were supposed to get shorn today, but it rained last night so now they can’t. They’re relieved and upset at the same time. They don’t like to be caught and rolled into all those weird positions, but they say it’s nice to feel the cool breeze on their skins afterward.
Last night, my boy Drex (one of Bon Bon’s triplets) came galloping to the dairy-goat barn with a downcast expression on his face. “It’s embarrassing,” he muttered. “What is?” I asked him.
Our baby Buckeyes are doing fine and growing up fast! They all have feathered wings, and some have tiny tail feathers, too. Buckeyes are big, active chicks, so ours are already trying to hop out of the brooder.
Our chicks arrived on Friday, and now there are 10 red-and-yellow peeps in the living room. (Their brooder makes a good light for when me ‘n’ Uzzi creep in at night to use the computer.)