Plume’s Bag Of Good
I’m feeling much better today. I went and saw the (imaginary) doctor, and he prescribed me 50 mg of goatziness, stat.
It worked wonders.
Before I went to the (imaginary) doc and the (real) goats, I stopped by the old house to help out with some computer stuff. In return I got a plastic bag full of apples that my dad had collected and some overdue carrots. Perfect for the goats. Normally I’d only give them a little bit at a time, but it was raining and some of the apples and carrots were rather mushy and I didn’t feel like dragging it all with me when I left the playground. So I just plopped it all on the ground and let them feast on it.
Naturally they were quite excited by that. It’s a poor picture, but I like how they’re all four in there.
What a difference a goat makes.
I got an SMS from the optician today, my new frames are ready. So tomorrow I’ll go downtown and get the glasses fixed. That’ll be nice. No more rubberband solutions.
And that’s a bout it. Finis, fnis.
January 16th, 2008 at 15:00
Thank goodness you gave them all the veggies and fruit. I would hate to think you were on the ground being attacked (eaten) by hungry goats! Our boys like apples, but they never did like carrots for some reason.
January 16th, 2008 at 21:30
Debster – I wouldn’t want people to accuse me of starving those poor animals!
Goats that don’t like carrots? Why that’s the oddest thing I’ve heard since that sparrow whistled the Batman theme the other day!