{"id":1580,"date":"2014-08-10T21:42:11","date_gmt":"2014-08-10T20:42:11","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/plume.dk\/blog\/?p=1580"},"modified":"2014-08-10T21:44:35","modified_gmt":"2014-08-10T20:44:35","slug":"the-bridal-funeral-marching-band","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/plume.dk\/blog\/?p=1580","title":{"rendered":"The Bridal Funeral Marching Band"},"content":{"rendered":"

You know that thing when you have to have someone do work in your apartment and they say “we’ll be there Monday or Tuesday between all day and all day”? And then they don’t come. Bloody carpenters. Wasted time waiting. Oh well. I am the snowflake. I am the snowflake.<\/p>\n

I still managed to get good goat times with the gang. Including sitting on a bench in a goat pen in a rainstorm. Don’t we all do that? I’m pretty sure I can’t be the only one. One by one the goats decided that they had had enough and ran for cover. Until it was just me. Sitting alone on a bench in a rainstorm in a goat pen. As you do.<\/p>\n

There was also a funeral at the playground. A baby bunny, I believe. It was a light mood, though. A line of 5-6 kids came walking past the goat pen. What threw me off was that they were humming the bridal march. Haha. And they were making up lyrics on the spot. “F\u00f8r var du bl\u00f8d. Nu er du d\u00f8d”. You used to be soft, now you’re dead. A girl came up with that and cracked them all up. And then they proceeded to go out to the hills and bury the bunny. Rest in peace. I wouldn’t mind having a funeral like that when the time comes. <\/p>\n

Other than that, not much going on. I’m not really in the mood to write, I just want to go to bed and hopefully catch some rain and thunder to play me to sleep.<\/p>\n

My dad is well back from Norway, by the way. Seems there has been no trouble, so that’s really good. It was all a false alarm, I hope. Or the alarm prevented anything from happening. Fingers crossed it will stay that way.<\/p>\n

Let’s get to some photos. Starting off with an edited version of one of my pics. My Facebook friend Susan put the text on it, and I quite like it. The goat life did choose me indeed. The photo went a little viral. Not as much as the video of Mia on my back. That one ended up around 440,000 views. This photo has some 5,000 plus maybe double that from a goat page that shared it. A few hundred reshares too. It’s not like it matters that much, but it is fun seeing Mia’s stuff being shared by people I don’t even know. Goat fame!<\/p>\n

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The good goat life.<\/p>\n

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Another goat siesta.<\/p>\n

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Here’s Herman, and his torn ear. Looks pretty dramatic. But he seems to be doing just fine. <\/p>\n

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Oh, that Kamel look.<\/p>\n

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Gotta love her.<\/p>\n

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The sweet here Mia.<\/p>\n

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Haaaiii!<\/p>\n

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Feeding time?<\/p>\n

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Back in the sun.<\/p>\n

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Excuse me.. pardon me.. .coming through.. <\/p>\n

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Mia and Palle relaxing. <\/p>\n

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#Palleface.<\/p>\n

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The Palle has eyes.<\/p>\n

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When you sit on a bench in a rainstorm…<\/p>\n

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I’m not coming back out until it stops raining!<\/p>\n

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Just me, being stupid on Facebook.<\/p>\n

And a goatlog. With Nina and a girl getting branches for the goats. Nina had to help because that one branch was even bigger than the girl! And the next day, Nina pruning the tree in the pen, with the goats helping. And other fun things, including the rainstorm.
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