Hello, I just flew in from New York and boy are my arms tired!

No, no, but seriously folks. I woke up today with an aching body. Especially my arms and hands. Who would have thought that pulling on frozen doors would take such a toll? I should have done some warmups and stretched out properly afterwards. On the plus side: I slept like a baby last night. Like a little goat baby that had spent the entire day jumping up and down.

I am sure you’re all tired of seeing the goat babies jump around. But I’m not. So here is a video from yesterday: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wq4P9HCNWu0. My favourite part is when the brownheaded one tries to hide in my armpit. And Magnethe sniffing the cap. I love when goats sniff at things, their eyes turned upwards. But then I love practically everything about goats, did I not tell you that already? I’m sure I must have mentioned it at one point or another. It seems like the sort of thing I’d say.

Phew. It was hard work at the playground today.

Why?

Here’s why:

It snowed last night. Quite a bit. Which is lovely of course. But being the first person on duty after a snowfall also means frozen locks and doors. I had to spend a lot of time and energy on that. Especially the door to the horse stables. They were tough to get open. In the end I had to get a hammer and pry them open. After trying shovels and hot water and lots and lots of pulling. My arms are going to be sore tomorrow. Well, they already are. I can barely open a soda bottle with my left hand. I can’t twist the cap. Probably pulled a muscle or two.

Also the water pipe was frozen. At least the rubber thingie on the end. And when I managed to get it working the built-up pressure sent a splash of water all over my face. In the freezing cold. Not fun. But when all the boring work was done I sat down with the goat kids and that was fun.

For every day it seems like they get more and more lively. They don’t sit still for two seconds. They are at the perfect age now, confident and curious but still tiny and soft. Just wonderful.

And as you can see, I did wear the cap. It’s such a cool cap, Debster! That’s the problem too, though. I’m not a cool person. I was a little afraid that some gang of cool people would come up and tear the cap right off my head and throw it to the ground and stomp on it and scream “you’re not cool enough to wear a cap” in my face. But luckily that didn’t happen. I don’t even think anyone pointed and laughed. Maybe I will start wearing it permanently. It keeps the haystack fairly in check. And it was good against the sun in the bus. My eyes are sensitive to the sun. Pheasants forever, and caps too.

Magnethe sniffed at the cap a couple of times. And the little liquorice-head nibbled at it too. Just a little.

March 22nd and I finally got to see proper snow here in Gellerup.

Still not a huge, giant snowfall. But it’ll do. Now I must relax. Much.