Still a tough time. Trying to get to a new normal, with Mia and Mio. Doing my best. Also tonight I’ve thrown up and my head is hurting something awful. So no writey. I’ll just copypaste a Facebook post about stuff that might be coming up:

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Big things about to happen at the playground it seems. They aren’t happy with how things are going there either, feeling unsafe about the animals etc. So, they’re going to move the animals away for a while. Including the goats. In the place of the house that burnt they’re going to build something new. I’m not exactly clear on all the details, but it’s going to be something better and safer for the animals. It’s going to be more focused on them. That seems to be the hope at least. They’re kinda working on ideas, looking for grants etc. Still in the planning stage. But it looks like the goats will be moved away, and possibly very soon. What does that mean for me, and us? Well, I’m not sure yet. A lot depends on where they’re going and how that will be. I got a general idea that it’s not going to be super far away. It should be a place that I can still visit. But still, a lot is going to depend on how and where it will be. With my blindness and phobia, it will be difficult for me. It will help if it’s still a place I can walk to. If I need to take busses etc it will make it harder. Dealing with new people could be very difficult. And also I probably won’t have the same role at the new place. Right now I have my own keys and I’m almost the main goat caretaker, even though I don’t work there. At the new place I can’t expect that. I will probably have less access. So, there’s a possibility I’ll have to cut down a little on the goat time. I have already felt in recent years how my mental and physical capacity has lessened because of everything that’s happened in my life. I can’t stay as long as I used to, sometimes I have to skip days. If the new place is difficult for me I might not be able to go as often. I might have to cut down to one or two days a week. It’s hard to say yet. I’ll need to see where it is and how it goes.
The important thing is that they’re doing it for the good of the animals.
It’s a temporary move. I don’t know for sure how long it will last, but a boy who came to see the goats said he’d been told they were going to be gone for 6 months. And then come back to an improved playground, hopefully. I guess we’ll just have to see how everything goes. I’m glad that they see that things have to change. I was actually a little afraid that they would think about just getting rid of the goats alltogether. There have been previous discussions about not having goats at all. When the horses left etc. With only two goats left, that could have been a possible option. To just shut it down. I hope they can make it better. I hope it won’t be too difficult. I hope it will be for the better. Everything’s a little uncertain right now.
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And now, photos.

And a video. What turned out to be my last day with Palle.

And that’s alllfre

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.