And now a message from our goat friends.

Crazy times we live in.

There’s been loud machines at the playground. The burnt house is gone now. And they’ve been digging the ground. Preparing to rebuild, I guess. And there was digging at the other end of the playground too. Turns out they were putting up lamp posts around the premises. Maybe some extra light at night will keep the firestarters out. One can only hope.

Other than that, not so much going on. Mild temperatures. A bit of rain here and there. The goats enjoying their grazing. Carrying on. I’ve been sleeping more than exercising. Not smart. But I’ll try to get back on track again. Keep on keeping on.

And videos.

And that’s all for this week, folks. See you in the next one.

Not the best of weeks. My brother is back in the hospital. Various complications after his surgery. He’s doing okay, though. Sounds like he would have been back home by now if it wasn’t for some technical issues. So let’s hope he gets to go home tomorrow.

At the playground we’ve had to say goodbye to Fuzzy. I got a text Monday morning that he’d be picked up at the end of the day. So I got to spend some good time with him and say my goodbyes. Now there are only 3 goats left. Mia, Mio and Palle. Wonderful goats, but I sure miss all the boys. It’s too quiet without the little troublemakers. It’s always horrible to have to say goodbye.

So it goats. It’s gotten colder too, with rain here and there. I hope the summer comes back soon.

From a little fragile thing under the heat lamp to a big, happy boy. Sweet Fuzzball.

And videos.

And that’s all for this week, folks. See you in the next one.