Wild Child
You may think I live in a warzone currently, so just to dispel that myth here is a picture of Gellerup with nobody getting stabbed or burnt:
The fall colours are coloured on fallen leaves all about. It is a pretty sight.
I went to the playground and saw the goats. They are a pretty sight, especially after so long. Magnethe is getting wild though. When I went into the goat pen she started snorting and jumping up and getting in attack position. She didn’t actually follow through on the attacks, so no bruises for me this time. But she was really putting on a show. And just as the last time she stopped completely when I sat down on the bench. Then she was all sweet and normal and loving her scratches. I guess when I sit down on the bench I become human Plume, but when I’m standing up then I am goat Plume and she needs to assert her dominance.
I tried some of the advice from this entry in my goat community. But it didn’t really work. I just can’t get tough with her. I guess I’ll have to bring the water bottle and see if some squirting can get her to behave. I’m not so worried for myself, I can handle her even when she gets rough. And sitting on the bench there’s no trouble at all. But if she acts wild like that with the other adults or even the kids, then I’m afraid they might end up taking her away. And that’d be sad.
She was such a well-behaved child. I blame the parents.
Maybe if I’d been around more after Mads died, maybe that would have kept her in check more? But in any case I can’t be at the playground all the time. It’s not really my job to keep her disciplined and all that. I’m not the daily caretaker. I shouldn’t blame myself too much, right?
I still love her lots. Silly girl.
And Vanilje too.
Tell me the truth, is my nose bigger than Vanilje’s? You know you’re not going to be a supermodel when you realize you have a nose bigger than a goat’s.
And now for a new addition to the sheep fold.
A sweet, new white sheep. To keep the black one company. The black one is still sort of shy and stays back mostly. But she’s no longer baahing lonely, now she has company. And the white one seems right at home. She came straight up to see me at the fence. And she munched down the piece of carrot that I gave her. She’s more confident, that’s easy to tell.
A nice couple. Let’s hope for some lambs soon.
Now I gotta get back to Duma Key. Almost done.
October 15th, 2008 at 0:38
Vanilje’s beard is longer than yours! I would have to study on the nose’s though. I think Vanilje’s nose would win by a “nose”.
Pretty fall colors. Our trees are turning color here, too. We must be on the same latitude/longitude thingy.
We’ve had some really pretty isolated tree color, nothing overwhelmingly beautiful. (you know the kind when you have to stop driving, pull over, take a picture, and reflect on the beauty of nature.)
I’m overcoming my Stephen King phobia. I actually touched the book “Duma Key” at the library a few days ago. I didn’t pull it out and read about it, just touched it. I’m still shaking with fear!
Glad things are a little quieter in the hood. I know what you mean about kids having too much time on their hands. There is a nice little park with a railroad museum, restrooms, playground equipment, etc., in the town we live near. It’s the one where we painted the merry-go-round and monkey bars and donated our labor.
The town has raised money, planted trees and bushes and flowers, have cute bronze statues, made it really nice. A lot of the work is all volunteers or donated supplies.
So of course, they have to close the museum and restrooms as some kids tried to set it on fire and do some vandalizism to it. Seems like the kids just don’t get it. Everyone has made the park a nice place to go to, especially for KIDS!
They did get caught and have to do community service. The thing is, if it’s the kids I’m thinking of, they live right across from the park. Duh! As if they wouldn’t be the first ones they looked at as they are little devils.
I think they look at something nice and pretty and say to themselves: “Let’s destroy it”. And they are the kids who spend most of their time in the park playing (that’s probably cause their parents don’t want them in the house starting fires and tearing things up.)
October 15th, 2008 at 11:59
Hard as I tried, I didn’t manage to find any gruelling news about your hood today, Plume.
Debster, I hope my children won’t become those kind of children that look at something beautiful and get the urge to destroy. I’m afraid Arthur’s heading that way, tho! He’s a little rascal – into EVERYTHING and impossible to keep out and away. If he keeps that up, I’ll be the parent other people shake their heads at when we’re out. Ah well. He’s still my perfect little munchkin. He even slept last night!!!
October 15th, 2008 at 14:33
Desiree: it’s one thing when they are little. It’s another when they are nine, ten, or eleven years old. I know you won’t let Arthur have a handful of matches and “go out to play”.
October 16th, 2008 at 23:33
Debster – It must suck for goats to have a cold, what with those big noses! I know my cold was quite big. Sniffle.
You could do what Joey did in Friends. Wasn’t it.. The Shining? He was reading. And it scared him so he put it in the freezer so it couldn’t hurt him.. Or something like that. Maybe you should borrow Duma Key and put it in your freezer!
I think that old saying about idle hands being the devil’s playthings is true. When kids have nothing to do then they get in mischief. At least that’s how it seems here. The kids say it too.. “there’s nothing for us to do here so we end up hanging out on street corners and getting into trouble”. Although “we have nothing to do, let’s go burn down a kindergarten” seem quite an alien thought to me.
Desiree – No news is good news. And seeing your name in my comments is always good news anyway, don’t you doubt that. And I’m sure Arthur will grow up to be a quite charming fella. He’s got good chances what with his nice momma. Most kids probably start out as little devils. And then some grow up and stay that way.