What a beautiful day today. The sun shone much.

It was nice to see it out and sparkling. After a lot of grey and windy days.

It inspired me to get out and do stuff. I went minidisc hunting. I’m going to the Tina Dickow concert on Saturday, you know. And I should like to tape it on my minidisc recorder. Like all my previous concerts, or most of them anyway. But I am out of blanks. And apparently the minidisc is not as hip as it used to be. I was in four stores with no luck. Two of them were FONAs, I guess they’re the Starbucks of electronics in Denmark. Then as I was grumbling and walking to the bus I spotted a third FONA. And thought to myself “they won’t have any minidiscs either and if I go in to check I’ll probably miss my bus and have to wait for the next one, what to do, what to do?”. I decided to go in and check and wouldncha know it, they had minidics. Jolly good show.

After my downtown adventures I went to check up on the goats. They were enjoying the sun, as was I. I have mentioned how I seem to be less cold resistant these days. Even though I love the goats, it’s not always that nice to sit in the freeeezing cold for so long with them. Much nicer when it’s a little warmer. And then I don’t have to put on gloves either. It’s really best to not wear gloves when you scratch, rub, pet and yes, tickle goats.

Magnethe was lying down in some hay when I got there. That was nice. Because 1) it doesn’t happen often, they’re usually standing around. And 2) maybe she’s tired cause she’s getting closer to giving birth.. last time she was pregnant she was lying around a lot. Heh. And on the subject, Vanilje’s udder was noticeably bigger. I’m pretty sure. She also seemed to be complaining a lot. It’s a little hard to tell, because she’s normally the most vocal one. She’ll walk around and baah a lot. Unlike the others who usually only baah when they’re reacting to something. But today it sounded like she was complaining, I’d like to think she’s getting close too… I need my goat babies!

Sweet Vanilje.

Mads and I, enjoying the sun in our eyes.

“What’s in your pocket, mister?”. Poor picture but cute Vanilje, again.

And that’s Favorit. Or Ex-Favorit. The store next to the kindergarten next to the playground. Where I did so much, so so much, shopping in the old days. It closed last year, as you might remember. And now finally work has begun on the replacement. There’s going to be a Netto there. They’re breaking down parts of the walls, redecorating, making a new entrance. I know that’s not particularly interesting for any of you guys, but I just wanted the picture there so I could look at it a year from now and see the work-in-progress etc.

It’s my blog and I’ll cry if I want to, cry if I want to, you would cry to if it bloggened to youuuu.

Plume out.

Hello there. How nice of you to drop by. I have some goat pictures for you. I was meaning to post them yesterday, but then I fell asleep. Well, I didn’t just spontaneously fall asleep at the computer. I went to bed early and went to sleep and slept a lot. I seem to sleep a lot often these days. I don’t know how smart that is. It certainly doesn’t make for exciting blogging.

Anyway. Goats I said.

Mads and Poul, as featured in the video I also posted. They are quite impressive as they fight it out. I wonder why cock fighting is so popular and yet goat fighting isn’t? Oh yes, probably because that would be HORRIBLE. Pardon me. Speaking of horrible, I was zapping past the Animal Channel, I think it was, and there was some “animal cop” show. No, not animals dressed up as cops, chasing other animals dressed up as criminals. That would have been cute. This was something with human cops dealing with animals. There was a bunch of goats that were rescued from being sacrificed. Sacrificing goats? Man that gets my blood boiling. Those people must really be satan worshippers cause they’re going straight to hell. But anyway, it ended nicely with a bunch of happy goats in foster care and one of them even having triplet goat kids. So no fighting and no sacrificing, please.

I like when their teeth are showing, like Magnethe here. It’s like their skin is a tiny bit too short and then when they stretch out the skin gets pulled back a bit and their teeth show. Heehee. If you can’t tell from the picture, her hind leg is moving up and scratching her front leg.

Poul the buck. I never get tired of his ears. They’re so incredibly long. Sometimes I’ll sort of wrap them around his head, it makes him look almost like a little girl with a bow tied around his head.

Magnethe and Mads, and my leg. They were both trying to eat my pants. I’m only saying that to make conversation, it’s obviously a perfectly natural thing for a couple of goats to do.

A bit of a poor picture, but I like how Magnethe is all up in the camera’s face, with me and Mads in the background.

And finally let’s not forget a picture of Vanilje smiling, as per tradition.

That’s all for the goat pictures. And nothing else really going on, apart from all the sleeping. Tina Dickow concert on Saturday, Lost on Friday and goat babies any day now. Not too shabby. Now I’m off to bed. Imagine that.