Send In The Clowns
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..!
June 5th, 2007 at 23:29
I’m sure Mads will be terribly disappointed that Stu is not coming to see him. Maybe he can work out another time, if not, that just means you and Mads will have to travel to visit Stu!
That pigger likes you. I can tell these things. But then you knew I was psycho/ psychic/psychotic anyway. Hee, hee.
Do you have listing in your newspaper for apartments or do you call apartment complexes to see if there are any openings? Do the TMU staff know about any available places? Or maybe people where your Mom works? Sometimes you find out about places by word of mouth rather than an advertisement. Good luck, my dear danish goat boy. You’ll do just fine in finding a place or ask for some help from the TMU crew. That’s what they are there for. Check with the playground people, too. They might have some places for you to look into.
June 6th, 2007 at 8:42
“Maybe food just tastes better when you have rolled around in it?”
Haha… I think that may be true.
Sorry I couldn’t make it – although it was very nice lying in bed at 7:45am thinking “I’d be in the air by now if I was going”.
As for Debster’s comment… any time you and Mads want to come and stay you’re welcome. Hehe! :)
June 6th, 2007 at 22:09
Hello, like I thought I was suppose to take over the world?? Remember, we had a deal? You can have Denmark and Debster can have one of those square shaped states in America. I’ll have the rest of the planet, and me and the goats and the piggies will rule the rest.
Then a thousand years from now, you and Debster will become one giant robot and shall fling me into a black hole, encased in a 47″ flat screen tv and forced to watch “Golden Girls” for the remainder of eternity.
The goats and piggies, sheep and horse, duck and geeslings alike shall dance with joy while you and Debster hold the golden orbs upon your palms. And the world will be forever grateful that I am Rose from St. Olaf.
June 6th, 2007 at 22:28
Well, STU, if you have room for Plume and Mads, what about for me and my husband & our three goat boys (John Boy, Billy, & Frankie)? And we must have Luis Lemmings and his turtles join us, too.
Luis Lemmings: Just exactly whose “golden orbs” will Plume be holding? Hee, hee!
As I remember it, YOU (L.L.) take over the world on Mon, Wed, and Friday’s and Plume & I have it on Tues, Thurs, and Sat. Guess that leaves Sunday as “world take-over day” for STU. Maybe we can negotiate another half day for you, STU.
June 7th, 2007 at 20:36
I have a video clip that you simply must see – my brilliant daughter has learnt her first word!
And I can prove it: http://s138.photobucket.com/albums/q280/Vicunja/?action=view¤t=Picture036.flv
I know baby animals are pretty cute, but I’m sure you’ll agree that this little baby is pretty darn cute, too.
June 7th, 2007 at 20:36
Oh, and the film is very dark, but you need to see it really for the sound only;)
June 7th, 2007 at 21:11
Debster – I shall have to arrange a road trip some time. Pack up the treats, where going a-visiting!
I always knew you were quite.. mental. In the good sense. Of course.
Most of my househunting is through a boligforening which I know not of how to am being translating. It’s the appartment mafia basically. I’m on waiting lists. But I gotta look at it again, get on more lists, see if anything else is available and so forth. Thanks for the advice. I am still considering building my own little shed out by the goats, but we’ll see.
Stu – Next time we have spaghetti I’ma dump it on the floor and roll around in it .-P
You better keep some coffee hot in case we drop by. Actually I don’t drink coffee. And Mads probably not either. But keep some lemonade in the fridge then!
Luis Lemmings – I had forgotten all about taking over the world. Hmm, not to worry though. It can’t be that hard. Especially when we have a megalomaniac part-time looney like you on our side! Tell Rose I said hello.
Desiree – RABARBERBLAD!!! HAhaha. That is INSANELY cute. omigawd. I am still laughing. I think your daughter has a bright future ahead of her!
June 8th, 2007 at 2:01
Desiree: was she saying “I love GOATS” in baby language?
Plumer: It must be that “boligforening” thing that’s holding you up. Can’t you just go round and look at places and say “I’ll take that one, how much is it a month?” and “Does the apartment come furnished and with a cat?”
June 9th, 2007 at 19:24
Debster – She wasn’t quite saying that, but I’m sure she could pick that up in no time as well!
I could go around andsay those things, but then they would say “are you a member of the boligforening?”. So no dice. It’s not a bad thing really, the boligforening. You just have to be a little more aggressive about it than I have been. I gotta kick myself in the butt a little. And then when the fun is over, get back to searching for an appartment.