The Prince was out and about today.

Even cuter in the sunlight.

Ready and willing to be cuddled.

What a cute, cute, cute little guy he is.

Mads watching the new family.

The mother isn’t called Olga by the way. I guess I misheard it originally. Her name is Polka. Hehe. She does have sort of polka dots on her ears. Or dots at least. What is a polka, anyway?

She kept a close eye on her baby prince.

And everybody else did too, of course. He’s a big hit.

That’s Pernille talking to the old lady I mentioned a few days ago. The one with the camera and the chinese dog.

Look, proof that the goats aren’t scared of her dog. Okay, it’s a small dog. But still, the goats are usually afraid of any dogs. Just not this one.

I talked to the lady again, about goats and sheep and everything. She’s nice to talk to. And I always like it when people remark on how much the goats love me. And Pernille said that Mathilde is getting tamer all the time. She didn’t say it was because of me or anything. But it’s not imagination that she’s getting less shy. And I’d like to think I have had a hand in it. It makes me happy too, seeing Mathilde all confident and seemingly well adjusted. Even if she has a nasty hazelnut habit.

I love the playground. So full of life.

Big and small.

New and old.

Peculiar and pretty.

And just plain adorable.

What is not to love? And now I’m looking forward to seeing The Prince grow up. Rest assured you’ll get to see it too.

I made couple of videos. In case you want to see him in live action.

Too late for the therapy story now. It can wait. I didn’t get Kashmir tickets. Darn it. My own stupid fault, I shouldn’t have waited so long to see if I could get on the guestlist. Now I wound up with nothing at all. There is a lesson to be learned there I’m sure.

I should put together a band of animal babies. I’ll be the manager. We might not sound great, but the cuteness alone will sell records en masse.

Have you noticed that I’m updating almost daily again? I’m making quite the effort. Go me.

And now it’s time for bed. To sleep, perchance to dream.

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