I am wearing woolly socks. The temperature has fallen rather dramatically. From heatwave to 10-15 degrees. It even rained yesterday. That’s the Danish summer for you.

Wasn’t too good a day, yesterday. I had some kind of attack of the futility of the same day after day after day after.. I fell into bed and slept most of the early day. And then went to bed early in the evening. Much sleep. When I am feeling down, the bed is always very tempting.

Today was better. I went to the playground and met a new friend. Allow me to introduce Thor:

A beautiful, young buck. I’m not sure how long he will be staying: Kurt brought him. He said that Thor “was going to be made into sausages originally”. But he was too sweet and friendly so Kurt didn’t have the heart to do it after all. Instead he brought him to the playground. He’s going to see if he can find someone to buy him, but if that doesn’t happen then he’ll stay at the playground.

A sweet, little fella. He’s not very old. From September. That surprised me. He’s as big as Vanilje, if not bigger. Having him around will mean more kids in due time as well. That would be something.

As said, he’s very friendly. He does seem to have a bad habit of using his horns a lot, though. He did on me, anyway. Not butting. But just sort of pushing his head against my legs. As I was sitting on the bench.

It’s nothing too bad, though. Maybe he’s trying to gain some respect. He’s the new leader of the gang of course. I’m not sure Magnethe is too happy about that. She complained loudly when he asserted his dominance every now and then. I think she was getting used to being the boss. She’s older and bigger than the buck, but he still takes charge.

There Thor is investigating my bag. The other goats would nibble and chew on it, but he was grinding his horns against it. He seems to like using his horns a lot.

Good scratches.

The trees had been trimmed recently. Lots of nice branches with fresh leaves for the goats. Saad and a couple of other boys were picking big branches from the ground outside the goat fold and then hanging them over the fence. He was proud that he had made a little “secret cave” under the branches, for the goats. It’s not going to stay secret for long though, the leaves will be picked clean soon enough.

Thor coming back out through the hatch. He’s still getting used to his new surroundings of course. Checking everything out.

And using my arm as a foot-rest. Hoof-rest, I mean.

Kurt (and Per behind him) checking on the goats.

So that was nice. A new goat friend and getting to talk to Kurt for a little. Much better for me than spending the day in bed.

It was bound to happen. Sooner or later. Inescapable. Today I lost a sock in the laundry, for the very first time.

Or maybe I gained a sock? In any case I am left with an uneven number of socks. I shall have to grow a third foot, I’m afraid. It’s the only logical conclusion.