For my next trick I should like to magically make a bunch of goat pictures appear. Huzzah!

Bob in his winter coat. He’s a big boy now, but I actually managed to pick him up. While I was sitting down. If I was standing up I wouldn’t be able to lift him off the ground. But sitting on the bench I managed to pick him up and hold him in my arms. Twas adorable. And he didn’t even seem to mind, maybe he still remembers the times he spent sitting in my lap when he was a baby. I know I do.

Love those ears.

And Mia’s ears too. They are often sticking out in the air like that. Too much starch methinks!

What do you have down there? A raaaaisin?!

Mio chewing on things.

Four goats for the price of none. Kamel doing the headroll.

Mia standing on the cement block. She’s big enough that she doesn’t need it in front of the hatch when she has to go inside. So I moved it away because it actually just makes it harder for the bigger goats to get in and out. Better to have it out there to stand on.

Mia behind the bench. I think she is taking shelter from the cold wind. She was literally shaking in my arms from the cold. Poor little thing needs to grow some wool soon! But she seemed to like standing back there in the gap between the bench and the wall. Several times on two seperate days she went in and stood there. Bob went in there too but it was a little too snug for him I think, he didn’t stay long.

Pretty fly for a white guy with a goat.

I always enjoy pictures of goats in mid-chew. Looks like she’s talking.

My head is kinda framed by goats here.

And Preben sitting down. He actually sits down even when it’s cold out and not sunny. The other goats usually only sit down when it’s warm. Or at least that’s when I see them doing it mostly. But Preben likes to chill out in all kinds of weather.

It’s getting colder and colder. I’m freezing my butt off when I sit on the cold bench for hours and hours. I have ordered some warm clothing from amazon, though. So we’ll see if that helps. I’ll be trying out my new coat tomorrow. Hopefully it’ll help keep my temperature up. Only 4-5 months to go before it gets warmer, sigh. But at least mama should be making soup soon. So that’s something.

Now some videos.

Firstly a video collection of Preben talking. I wonder what he’s saying? Judging by the end it’s probably something like PUT DOWN THE DAMN CAMERA!

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Then a goatlog from Monday. The beginning and ending are filmed outside the playground, walking along the road with Mia’s baahing in the background.

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And a little video with some closeups of Bob, just because.

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And finally a goatlog from Thursday with more coldness and goats behind benches and so on. You can see Bodil and her dog Sif saying hello to Preben too. And at one point Sigrid comes by and throws some hay onto the bench, next to me. She asked me to distribute it amongst the goats. So I did. They all enjoyed it. You can hear Preben honking and hollaring, wanting it all to himself.

That’s all for this time. Stay tuned for more magic tricks in the future.

Time to catch up with the goats. The big news from the playground was the destruction of my agility course. Not by a Frankenstorm, but by a bonfire. They took my branches and planks and used them to build a fire. I was a little annoyed by that. They already have their firewood, why take the goats’ playthings? Oh well. There are still a couple of tree logs for the goats to jump around on. But I do think we should find some new things for them to play with. It’s nice with a new, big fold but there has to be stuff for them to do too. At least they have me to play with now and then.

But let’s move on to pictures.

Mia Mia Mia.

Mia.

Preben saying hello to Bodil. I have told her about how he’s been after me. When I go to the fence to say hello to Bodil and Sif I have to keep an eye on him or he’ll come charging. Although if I stand and scratch his neck then that usually keeps him in check.

Sir Bobsalot. The Bobmeister. Bobareeno. The big Bobber. Sir Bob Huffington the third. All Bobs Big And Small. The Bobbalobber. Bobazoids. Bob McBombastic. MC Bobalot. Etc.

I love when goats stand on things.

Oh and one of the horsies. Good old Sille and Fernando.

And Kamel also stands on things.

And Mia as well also.

Sensing a theme. Other than the general theme of goats.

And theme of Mia.

Always amuses me when goats turn around on themselves like that. Fold ’em up and put ’em in the drawer.

And Mia again. Don’t know how that got in here.

Bodil has been wanting to take a picture of Mia standing on my back. We finally made it. Of course Mia could have done us the courtesy of not turning her butt to the camera… but you can’t have everything.

I have ordered prints of 20 of my goat pictures. I plan to give them to the playground for christmas. That would be a nice little present. We shall see if it all works out.

And now for the videos. Goatlogs and some individual ones too.

First one is a collection of Mia’s rather impressive baahing. She has some voice. Very loud, she gets. I was inside because they rained. I like when I can film them without them seeing me. Sort of spying on them, so my presence doesn’t influence the outcome. Like Schrodinger’s goats.

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A goatlog from Monday with the usual goatiness of my day. Also appearing is Bodil, shortly.

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And a video of me on the bench. I set up the camera on the fence and just filmed a little from the distance of me sitting with the goats. That’s how I spend a lot of my time. You know the stereotypical image of an alcoholic sitting on a bench with empty bottles around him? That’s sort of me, just with goats instead of bottle.

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Bob had a little run-in with Felix, the pony. I think they were both interested in pumpkin leftovers on the ground. But Bob wasn’t too happy with Felix’s attention.

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And a video of my agility course being taken down. Per and a couple of the kids (older ones, I think) take out all the branches and the old doors. And you can see a little of the bonfire. And then a little of Mia on the tree logs that were left.

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Goatlog from Wednesday with the usual potpourri of goatsing about.

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And a video of Preben following Mio around. A lot. Much to the dismay of Mio.

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And finally a goatlog from Friday. Where the coldness really set in. Witnertimes are here.

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And that’s your lot. Another ride on the goat express. Next stop, next week.