Winged Goats
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I did some shopping yestesrday. And when I went to pay the clerk I gave her a 500 note instead of a 50 note as I had intended. Oops. Good thing she caught it.
I felt so stupid though. It’s the same thing as when I’m standing at a traffic crossing and I can’t see if the light is red or green. How dumb must I look standing there waiting for a green light that’s already there?
I know I shouldn’t be embarrassed, I mean I’m half-blind. I have a good excuse. And bigger things to worry about than what people think. But I am the self-conscious type of course.
It’s not all bad though. Today was another beautiful, warm, sunny, summery day. I’m glad I spent it with goats.
The goat boys as much of a joy as always.
Finn hanging on my back. Don’t tell anyone, but he is my favourite. Just because he loves to jump up on my back so much. Goat kids like doing that in general, but of all the kids I have known none other have been so crazy about it. I can just see it on his face sometimes, as he comes walking slowly towards me.. he’s gonna jump, he’s gonna jump! And then sometimes there’s no warning, I’m just sitting there looking in the other direction and something comes crashing onto me. The amazing flying Finn.
I got to see Sigrid today as well. She came up to the fence and said hello. There was a boy with her, and he was asking her questions about the goats. That was nice because I got to hear her say some nice things about me. “Is that guy the only one who can go in with the goats?”. “Yes, because he’s so good with them”. “Do they like him the most?”. “Yes, he’s number one with the goats”. “What about the rest of you?”. “Well, we’re number two then”. Hehe. And all the while Finn was trying to jump up on me and I sort of caught him halfway and pulled him down so he was lying in my lap and I was scratching him good and he was enjoying it a lot and the sun was shining and everything felt good.
Here’s a little, big piglet for you:
After numerous recounts I have come to the conclusion that there are 8 little, big piglets. Growing fast. In size I mean, not in numbers.
Now it’s weeekend, and then time for acupuncture. I will not worry yet.
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3 Responses to “Winged Goats”
1. Debster Says:
April 25th, 2009 at 4:08
I would think you might devise a method to keep track of your money denominations…maybe by paper-clipping a certain denomination and marking the other bills by another way so you could “feel” the difference.
When you get your money at the bank and you tell them what denominations you want, you could ask them to separate the denominations so you could mark them (maybe fold over a corner) and then you’d know which bill was which.
I know I had trouble counting the piglets in your videos. I would get 7 then 8, then 7. (That’s when I said I was going to count spots and divide by four legs!) hee, hee
So you are the #1 Main Man With The Goatzies. What a title to have! Congrats.
We picked up trash in our ditches after work tonight in honor of Earth Day. Our community is picking up trash along the highways to our town on Sat, cleaning up the local park, and then having pizza for the volunteers at lunch time.
We picked up about 5 1/2 big trash bags full of stuff in 2 1/2 hours. (My husband thought is was about 70 – 80 lbs. of trash.)
I saw 2 garter snakes and a mouse. I don’t know who was more excited, them or me!
My husband saw 3 snakes and 2 mice, a dead coyote, and a bunch of pheasant feathers. Poor pheasant! We’ve heard one “kirking” in the evenings. I hate to think he has met a bad end.
2. Katrine Says:
April 25th, 2009 at 19:07
Lovely pictures :) Of course you’re the goats’ favourite, you are after all their marvelous mount Plume!
I made friends with a strange cat today: I was sitting on a bench soaking up some sun in between studies, and a big, long haired cat padded over, jumped up and planted himself in my lap, nudging my hand for pettings. He stayed there for half an hour, and an elderly lady who came over to chat told me that he was a “shared project” in the neighborhood-he didn’t have any owner, but they all fed and petted him, and at some point in his life the cat had been neutered. He was beautiful, healthy and well-fed, looked like he had a good life :)
3. Plume Says:
April 25th, 2009 at 22:49
Debster – Well, I can still tell them apart. If I just take a proper look instead of hurrying too much. It should be ok. I get my money from a machine bty the way, and it never listens to what I say. It’s rude like that.
That was a lot of trash. We humans are excellent at throwing trash around. I don’t know why we bother putting up trash bins when we never use them.
A dead coyote? Wow. You didn’t see any road runners jumping around with glee?
Katrine – Aw that’s a lovely cat story. It’s always good to make new animal friends. Makes life all the more better.