Palle
It’s been a tough time. I found Palle dead Saturday morning. I knew right away when I opened up and went inside. He was curled up in the corner. Almost in the same position as Kamel was when she passed. And no reaction to me entering. I just thought “no, no no”. But I knew. And it was. And I don’t feel a great deal like talking about it. I’m not completely sure what happened to him, but apparently on Friday some kids had let the goats out and they ate the food in the bunny stall. There shouldn’t have been enough to be a real problem. And even if they’d eaten so much, in the past when we’ve had goats overeat there’s always been time to treat them. So I don’t get it. But I can’t believe it’s a coincidence that he died the night after that happening. He didn’t have an appetite when it was time for goat dinner that day, so he must have eaten too much. And I still wonder if his (sometimes too) skinny build had an effect on it. Or if something else happened, some freak thing. I don’t know. I don’t know. I guess it doesn’t matter now. I feel defeated and lost and I miss him. He was one of a kind. The best goat hugger ever, the goofiest, sweetest boy. And now he’s gone. And I gotta just keep on keeping on. Because I gotta. Mia and Mio are doing okay. Health wise at least. They were clearly sad and confused and scared. But they’re getting better. Mio has taken over leadership now, even if the herd is only two strong. It’s very odd. Only two goats. Many, many years since the last time we had that few.
There’s something else big in the works, but too early yet to write about. And so on an so forth. Tough times.
Last pictures of Palle.
And a bunch of videos that I sort of just had to get up and out of my system..
And that’s all for this… period of time. See you in a while, crocodiles.