You know that thing when you have to have someone do work in your apartment and they say “we’ll be there Monday or Tuesday between all day and all day”? And then they don’t come. Bloody carpenters. Wasted time waiting. Oh well. I am the snowflake. I am the snowflake.

I still managed to get good goat times with the gang. Including sitting on a bench in a goat pen in a rainstorm. Don’t we all do that? I’m pretty sure I can’t be the only one. One by one the goats decided that they had had enough and ran for cover. Until it was just me. Sitting alone on a bench in a rainstorm in a goat pen. As you do.

There was also a funeral at the playground. A baby bunny, I believe. It was a light mood, though. A line of 5-6 kids came walking past the goat pen. What threw me off was that they were humming the bridal march. Haha. And they were making up lyrics on the spot. “Før var du blød. Nu er du død”. You used to be soft, now you’re dead. A girl came up with that and cracked them all up. And then they proceeded to go out to the hills and bury the bunny. Rest in peace. I wouldn’t mind having a funeral like that when the time comes.

Other than that, not much going on. I’m not really in the mood to write, I just want to go to bed and hopefully catch some rain and thunder to play me to sleep.

My dad is well back from Norway, by the way. Seems there has been no trouble, so that’s really good. It was all a false alarm, I hope. Or the alarm prevented anything from happening. Fingers crossed it will stay that way.

Let’s get to some photos. Starting off with an edited version of one of my pics. My Facebook friend Susan put the text on it, and I quite like it. The goat life did choose me indeed. The photo went a little viral. Not as much as the video of Mia on my back. That one ended up around 440,000 views. This photo has some 5,000 plus maybe double that from a goat page that shared it. A few hundred reshares too. It’s not like it matters that much, but it is fun seeing Mia’s stuff being shared by people I don’t even know. Goat fame!

The good goat life.

Another goat siesta.

Here’s Herman, and his torn ear. Looks pretty dramatic. But he seems to be doing just fine.

Oh, that Kamel look.

Gotta love her.

The sweet here Mia.

Haaaiii!

Feeding time?

Back in the sun.

Excuse me.. pardon me.. .coming through..

Mia and Palle relaxing.

#Palleface.

The Palle has eyes.

When you sit on a bench in a rainstorm…

I’m not coming back out until it stops raining!

Just me, being stupid on Facebook.

And a goatlog. With Nina and a girl getting branches for the goats. Nina had to help because that one branch was even bigger than the girl! And the next day, Nina pruning the tree in the pen, with the goats helping. And other fun things, including the rainstorm.

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

It’s been a pretty quiet week. The summer vacation at the playground is over, so I’ve had some time in the greens with the goats again. Always nice. Even though it’s hard work keeping them out of trouble. Running up and down hills. There are newly planted apple trees around, and of course the goats inevitably gravitate to them. I’m trying my best to protect the newly growns! At least I know I’ve earned my rest when I lay back against the grassy hill and close my eyes and feel the sunshine while listening to the goats around me.

Herman continues improving his people skills. As you’ll be able to see in the video below, I can now stand and scratch his back for a good long time. Without him panicking and running away. He’ll either try to sniff my face to get a treat. Or just realise that being scratched feels good and just enjoy it. He’s still a little on guard, compared to the other goats. He’ll still jump away if you take him too much by surprise. But doing so much better than when he first came here.

Unfortunately he seems to have had an accident with his ear. He had that little hole from the missing eartag. And it must have gotten hooked on something. The lower part of his ear is literally torn in two. It looked pretty gruesome dangling like that when I came on Thursday. But it didn’t seem to be bothering him. He was sniffing at the ladies’ rears and trying to hump Palle and ramming into them from the side like he often does (sneaky devil, you’re supposed to go horn against horn!). And enjoying my scratchies. So hopefully it hasn’t been too bad on him.

Other than that, nothing new. Enjoying the sun. Exercising. August shall be my month. I don’t think I’ll be able to quite live up to the lofty ambitions I had for the summer. Due to lack of discipline in some areas. Cough pizza cough. I didn’t get enough out of June and July. But I’m determined to make the most of August. Really. I can do it. Go go me.

And go go goat photos.

The goats in the greens.

Herman trying to pull a Kamelface. Before the ear injury.

Kamel enjoying her freedom in the green. She’s often the one who starts going astray. And then Palle and Herman will see and start following her.

Miiiia.

Paaalle.

Company of goats.

Another superbly choreographed photo. Well done, me!

Goat siesta after a day in the sun.

Mia the ninja, hiding in the shadows.

Mia the real estate agent, selling condos.

What’s that over there?

Blue skies bring Mia.

I was looking at old videos the other day. One of them was the first one of Mio. I can’t believe I’ve only known her 3½ years. And she’s the one who’s been here the longest now. Kamel must have been here 3 years. Mia is turning 2 soon. It’s a short time compared to the 10 years I’ve been going to the playground. But seems like forever. Time is relative to the heart.

Mio skillfully avoiding Per as he comes with the leash. You’d think by now she understood that being put on a leash means she’ll be taken out to the yummy green food place. But she still resists. The other day she jumped in through the hatch as he approached and looked out at him with a smug “I win this round, human” look on her face. Mia does a lot better usually. Sometimes she even comes over when she sees the leash, as if she knows she’ll be taken out to the greens. They usually all rush up to the slope above when we let them out. Unfortunately we usually want to take them left, out to the hills where there’s more greens. It’s really hard getting Mio to come along. She’s strong as an ox and extremely stubborn. She digs her heels in. If she’s decided to go straight then it’s hard work getting her to go left. I think it’s because the slope is in the line of sight when they go out of the gate. So they’re just all focused on going in that direction. The ones not on a leash just sprint there immediately. Again, you’d think by now they understood that we’re taking them left because there’s better eating in that direction. But oh, the will of goats is a strong will.

Got something for us?

Singalong Palle.

No really, got something for us?

And a goatlog. With kids feeding the goats, siesta time and Herman’s better handling.

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