Yesterday I was on feeding duty at the playground. I tells ya, it’s weird feeding just two goats. There’s almost no carnage and confusion. Almost.

Just as I was closing up, a family arrived. A mum and a dad and their boy and girl. I was just saying goodbye to the goats, all the other places were closed. The mother poked her head in and asked if I could perhaps open up to the pig, because they had some apples and bread and it would mean a lot to their little boy if they could give it to the pig. Of course I couldn’t say no to that so I let them in to spend a little time with Gertrude. And I spent a little extra time with the goats in the meanwhile.

It was nice to see how happy the kids got. And Gertrude didn’t exactly seem to mind the extra attention (and food) either.

Also, some pictures from Friday. A man came by with a plastic bag full of apples for the goats. Perfectly sized apples as well. Just the right size for getting the whole thing in your mouth in one go. Quickly followed by the characteristic crunch as the apple is broken. And then lots and lots of chewing as the apple is grinded (ground?) down into a yummy pulp. It’s always a lot of fun to watch. So here goes.

Fun, yes?

Feeling somewhat better, sleeping better, doing okay most of the time. For now.

News from the playground. And not good, I’m afraid. Another goat has left. Thor is gone.

Kurt has taken him back to his place. For “re-education”. Apparently he’s been giving people bruises. They’ve had a hard time handling him. Too bad I didn’t tell them about the water bottle, because he’d been giving me no trouble at all since I started using it. But too late now. I guess Kurt is going to see if he can get him to behave a little better, and if that happens then he might come back sometime later. But nothing is sure, so we’ll see about that.

I’m not devastated over this, I hadn’t gotten to know Thor that well. But I will miss him, he was mostly sweet and a pretty poser for sure. And at least he didn’t end up as sausages, that is worth remembering.

Now there are only two goats left at the playground.

Sisters Vanilje and Magnethe. I love them dearly, and especially Magnethe is important to me of course. With our history. I spent nice time with them today. Peaceful and with lots of one-on-one interaction. Quite nice. But it is still rather odd, there only being two goats. I can’t remember the last time there were only two goats there. And then with no sheep either. It’s like a ghost town, almost.

Kurt thinks that Magnethe and Vanilje are pregnant from Thor’s stay, though. So with a little luck there will be new kids coming. Right now that’s almost a little scary, because I seem to be losing goats right and left these days… but I know that if they come then I will only take one look at them and I will be in absolute love. I can’t stop myself from caring, even if I know I might lose them. That just wouldn’t work. The day I stop loving goat kids is the day you can put me in a cofifn and bury me alive.

There was a brief rain shower earlier. 5-10 minutes of hard rain. And thunder. Rolling thunder. Almost like Thor, the goat of thunder, saying a last goodbye. Or “see you later”, maybe.

I’ll finish off with a couple of pictures of Magnethe and humans, the strangest race of all.

Happy weekend y’all.