Queer As Folk
No matter how tired, hurting or down I may feel…
…Mads will always cheer me up.
Here he is running towards me:
The goats did a lot of running today. For no particular reason. Usually they only run if they hear a loud noise. Or spot me. Or you know, reacting to something. But today I couldn’t really see any reason for them running around. It was odd. Mathilde jumped up on a table, baahed out loud, jumped down, ran to another table, jumped up on that, jumped down and then ran around some more. Ran into a group of ducks and spooked them so they started running around, flapping their wings. Rather odd all.
Speaking of ducks.
Thank you Anne, for identifying the duck. Muscovy ducks. Fascinating colours.
Mads is the slowest goat. Because of his big gut. Haha. Magnethe is very fast. It’s almost scary when she’s going at top speed straight towards you. But she always breaks in time.
Kindergarteners were visiting the playground.
Cautiously approaching the goats.
They fed leaves to Mathilde. And tried to pet her and such. Eventually she got a little annoyed with them. And started doing her typical “jumping up in the air so I look really big and frightening” thing. Kindergarteners are a lot to handle for a shy goat.
Mrs Piggy was having a nice lie down.
She was lying quite motionless there. Until Pernille came with a carton of milk.
That woke her up.
Nothing like a good drink.
And that’s all I’m going to do today.