Friday Zen – Goats Climbing Trees

I’m becoming obsessed with the idea of getting some goats. On my to the vet’s office, I pass a pasture with about twenty five goats. They have climbing stands in the middle of their pasture (think big, goat sized cat trees) and invariably there at least seven or eight of them playing ‘king of the mountain’ on it.

I also still regret not liberating the goat that Sean and I met at the Keady livestock market. He appeared to be someone’s 4H project or pet – he was practically dog like in his hope that someone would come and pet him and scratch his head, and when Sean and I walked away from him, he bleated forlornly until I walked back to give him more attention.

My desire for goats is tempered by the knowledge that, if I did get goats, I’d likely want to get ‘meat’ breeds, rather than milk breeds, and I’m not sure I can eat something that climbs trees and follows me around like a dog.

Happy Night Before Christmas


Mae’s baby boy is doing much, much better. He’s gained a full ounce and a half, which is an amazing turn around. I’m still bottle feeding him, now about every four hours instead of every two.

The kids took some photos – I’ve been slacking off in the photo taking department, I fear.

There are some of the Bunny pups, a few of Nicole, Ryan, Amy and Derek, and a few of our tree – which fell over early this morning, smashing some of my imported, antique, hand blown glass ornaments.

Sigh. I knew it looked lopsided.

Oh well, it’s the things like this that make Christmases memorable, I suppose. Nothing says ‘Hey, do you remember?’ like an emergency tree water mop up at 6 am, while the dogs run around your feet, sniffing out their gifts from the boxes under the tree and just generally being happy to see everyone up so early.

Enjoy the photos, and have a great, tree-accident free Christmas. BTW, the rest of the photos are here –