Oh deary dear. I do believe the sun must have gone supernova without anyone realizing it. For surely the temperatures exploded today. Too much for me. Too much for little, fragile me.

Add to that the fact that I did not sleep well last night. So today has been a very tired and very warm day. I feel quite uncomfortable. You know those cooling box things you take on picnics and trips? I wonder if they make those in human-sizes?

There was a field trip at TMU today. But I did not feel up to that. What with the no sleep and exploding sun stuff. Instead I took long naps and sweated a lot. I shall pay dearly tonight where I will most likely again not be able to sleep. I never said I was smart. And if I did, then obviously that wasn’t a smart thing to say.

I have a new semi-chant. “It’ll probably be fine, and if not then that’s fine too”. You worry too much, as the sailor said to the nun. In the pool full of alligators.

Maybe I should look for an appartment in Greenland. I’d quite like that actually. But I think I would be too scared to be so far away from “the real world”. I want to be on my own, but not that on my own. Maybe some day in the future, when I’m used to living on my own and handling myself and I no longer need the safety net of being able to see my parents without taking a helicopter through a snow storm. Yup. I would like to live in the middle of a perpetual winter. If I had been the one to find Narnia I would have never lifted the curse.

Anyway. It’s too hot to be blogging. Let’s get some pictures and then I’m gone like a snowman in summertime.

The geeselings why not. I hope you aren’t getting tired of them yet.

I love their little, barely-formed wings.

Hunting bread.

Some kids came by to see the goats. And the goats were quite delighted, not least with the leaves that they were given.

That’s Kurt talking to one of the boys, while Magnethe almost seems to be hiding her head in the bushes.

The lambs. They were a bit scared I think. There was a dog running around . A fairly big dog. Beautiful and black. Some girls said they knew who owned it, someone living close by. It was running around on its own and did not want to be caught by the girls or by Per. Good thing the goats weren’t there. They freeze up just when they see a dog on a leash far away in the distance. I bet they would panic if there was a dog running around lose that close to them.

Anyway, it’s a poor picture but it does show quite the size difference between Mini and the biggest boy there.

“What’s inside that little, black box you’re pointing at me? Food?”

And Mads, dear Mads. Looks like that wood smells nice. Have I mentioned lately how much I love the goats? If you’re a fairly new reader here you might be wondering why there are so many pictures of those goats. It is because I love them, indeed. The only reason I can’t call them my pets is because I don’t own them. And the word “pet” does not even communicate how much they mean to me. What a big impact they have had on my life. Nothing makes me happier than just being around them.

Scratching their sweet spots.

You might as well face it, you’re addicted to goats. And by “you” I mean “me”.

But now I must go before the keyboard melts ‘neath my very typing fingers.

PS. I forgot to mention it, but on Saturday when I was feeding the animals there were more Norwegian visitors. A father and son who came to see the animals. Maybe an appartment in Norway would be something. I hear they have snow-covered mountains. I should look into that…

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Current music: The Smashing Pumpkins – The Crying Tree Of Mercury (070605)
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Well hello there Mr Bond. How nice of you to join our little.. party. I’m afraid I’m going to have to kill you so as to leave no chance of you hindering my dastardly plot to take over the world. However, I’m sure it couldn’t hurt for me to explan said plot in great detail. So here goes.

Do you remember how Stu was supposed to come visit the goats? I do. Only I had sort of forgotten about the date. Until yesterday when I got a mail from him. Turns out he was supposed to come Wednesday. Yes, tomorrow. But from my clever use of the phrase “supposed to” you might have guessed already that, well he’s not coming. Best laid plans and all that. Something got in the way. Too bad. Of course I was scared of the whole thing, but I was also looking forward to sharing the goats. But maybe some other time. Y’all (and I use that in the familiar sense) are always welcome to stop by the playground if you happen to be in Denmark. You can walk right in and say hello to all the animals, you don’t have to pay or say secret passwords like “Plume sent me”.

But that leaves me with tomorow free, just like today and yesterday. I will continue my relaxation and enjoying the empty house while my mother is gone. I need to intensify the search for an appartment so I can live on my own. It is about time. Now that the work situation (such as it is) is finally working out, I just need my own place to live and then I can settle into a nice groove.

Some pictures.

Magnethe, sticking her head in the hay. I was actually wanting to make a video of it, but didn’t realize I had my camera set to picture mode. Too bad, it would have made a cute clip. She has this funny habit when eating hay. Sometimes she’ll put her face right down in the hay and start grinding it around. And then she’ll start leaning over until she falls over on her sides and starts practically rolling around in the hay. It doesn’t take long though. Not even long enough for me to set my camera to video mode and start filming. She gets up and as if nothing has happened she starts munching on the hay. I’m not sure why she does it, but it is a funny sight to behold. Maybe food just tastes better when you have rolled around in it?

The geeselings. Sweet as ever. They have competition though.

Tiny little chickens born a couple of days ago.

They are very cute. Although not as colourful and cool as the geeselings.

Kurt once again asked me if I had gotten the chance to see them in the water. I had not. I really must get to see that. He was once again smiling brightly as he told me how they jumped around and dived in. It sounds fun.

The parents are on their tippitytoes, guarding the little ones. It’s a good thing my camera has a zoom function. Whenever you get too close, father goose will stretch his neck out along the ground and quickly walk towards you. Looking very menacingly at you. Funny to think that they grow from such little, gentle furballs to such big, honking guard dogs.

And a piglet to round things off. I really must get around to asking for some names. Of the piglets and giant belgian bunny. Although I like Giant BB for her.

That’s all for today. I shouild.. hmm.. what’s that I hear in the distance? Is that.. circus music? Oh no. Oh dear god. The clowns.. the clowns..!