{"id":1579,"date":"2014-08-03T22:09:53","date_gmt":"2014-08-03T21:09:53","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/plume.dk\/blog\/?p=1579"},"modified":"2014-08-03T22:09:53","modified_gmt":"2014-08-03T21:09:53","slug":"time-is-relative-to-the-heart","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/plume.dk\/blog\/?p=1579","title":{"rendered":"Time Is Relative To The Heart"},"content":{"rendered":"

It’s been a pretty quiet week. The summer vacation at the playground is over, so I’ve had some time in the greens with the goats again. Always nice. Even though it’s hard work keeping them out of trouble. Running up and down hills. There are newly planted apple trees around, and of course the goats inevitably gravitate to them. I’m trying my best to protect the newly growns! At least I know I’ve earned my rest when I lay back against the grassy hill and close my eyes and feel the sunshine while listening to the goats around me.<\/p>\n

Herman continues improving his people skills. As you’ll be able to see in the video below, I can now stand and scratch his back for a good long time. Without him panicking and running away. He’ll either try to sniff my face to get a treat. Or just realise that being scratched feels good and just enjoy it. He’s still a little on guard, compared to the other goats. He’ll still jump away if you take him too much by surprise. But doing so much better than when he first came here. <\/p>\n

Unfortunately he seems to have had an accident with his ear. He had that little hole from the missing eartag. And it must have gotten hooked on something. The lower part of his ear is literally torn in two. It looked pretty gruesome dangling like that when I came on Thursday. But it didn’t seem to be bothering him. He was sniffing at the ladies’ rears and trying to hump Palle and ramming into them from the side like he often does (sneaky devil, you’re supposed to go horn against horn!). And enjoying my scratchies. So hopefully it hasn’t been too bad on him.<\/p>\n

Other than that, nothing new. Enjoying the sun. Exercising. August shall be my month. I don’t think I’ll be able to quite live up to the lofty ambitions I had for the summer. Due to lack of discipline in some areas. Cough pizza cough. I didn’t get enough out of June and July. But I’m determined to make the most of August. Really. I can do it. Go go me.<\/p>\n

And go go goat photos.<\/p>\n

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The goats in the greens.<\/p>\n

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Herman trying to pull a Kamelface. Before the ear injury.<\/p>\n

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Kamel enjoying her freedom in the green. She’s often the one who starts going astray. And then Palle and Herman will see and start following her.<\/p>\n

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Miiiia.<\/p>\n

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Paaalle.<\/p>\n

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Company of goats.<\/p>\n

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Another superbly choreographed photo. Well done, me!<\/p>\n

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Goat siesta after a day in the sun.<\/p>\n

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Mia the ninja, hiding in the shadows.<\/p>\n

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Mia the real estate agent, selling condos.<\/p>\n

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What’s that over there? <\/p>\n

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Blue skies bring Mia.<\/p>\n

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I was looking at old videos the other day. One of them was the first one of Mio. I can’t believe I’ve only known her 3\u00bd years. And she’s the one who’s been here the longest now. Kamel must have been here 3 years. Mia is turning 2 soon. It’s a short time compared to the 10 years I’ve been going to the playground. But seems like forever. Time is relative to the heart.<\/p>\n

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Mio skillfully avoiding Per as he comes with the leash. You’d think by now she understood that being put on a leash means she’ll be taken out to the yummy green food place. But she still resists. The other day she jumped in through the hatch as he approached and looked out at him with a smug “I win this round, human” look on her face. Mia does a lot better usually. Sometimes she even comes over when she sees the leash, as if she knows she’ll be taken out to the greens. They usually all rush up to the slope above when we let them out. Unfortunately we usually want to take them left, out to the hills where there’s more greens. It’s really hard getting Mio to come along. She’s strong as an ox and extremely stubborn. She digs her heels in. If she’s decided to go straight then it’s hard work getting her to go left. I think it’s because the slope is in the line of sight when they go out of the gate. So they’re just all focused on going in that direction. The ones not on a leash just sprint there immediately. Again, you’d think by now they understood that we’re taking them left because there’s better eating in that direction. But oh, the will of goats is a strong will.<\/p>\n

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Got something for us?<\/p>\n

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Singalong Palle.<\/p>\n

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No really, got something for us?<\/p>\n

And a goatlog. With kids feeding the goats, siesta time and Herman’s better handling.
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