What I really mean is … we got goats this weekend!  Two, sweet, baby Boer goats!

Why?

Uhmmm…. Hmm? Well, why not?

I am starting this blog on my lunch hour. The problem is that it is so gloriously sunny I can barely see my screen! What a wonderful problem to have after the downpours we’ve been experiencing. A picture of today’s lunch spot (Lake Shelbyville) :

Well, my iPad cover got in the way a little … but still, how beautiful a view is this?  Even though the trees are getting green verrrryyyy sllllooooowwlllyyyyy.

I digressed from the goats…  Friday, I brought the two kids home in a big dog crate and moved them into the livestock trailer.  Just temporarily.  Saturday morning, I started to work on their new home, cleaning out a pig barn.  By the time I came in to make lunch for the family, I could tell I was using muscles that had been hibernating.  After lunch, oldest son, Levi, helped me!  Youngest son, Dakota, had to go to his job at the local movie theatre.  He smiled all the way ….  I kept bumping my noggin on the low, pig-barn roof.  Levi is tall.  He was better at remembering to stoop… but his poor back!  We raked, scooped, stooped, stretched, lifted, hauled and occasionally, cursed, when one of us stood up and klunked our head.  All the while, our little kids grazed nearby.

The dogs helped keep them nearby.  The old black lab has a protective instinct.  At first he was confused … and stood between me and the goats, pressing against my legs.  I guess he thought I needed protection from the strange, little, horned-beasts that showed up in the old red truck!  Or maybe he just thought I had lost my mind.  Yeah…probably so.