Photographic Intermission
Feeling a little better. Although still tired and frequent bathroom trips.
Meanwhile, some pictures that I was too tired to do yesterday.
My dad on the frightening ladder, cutting down branches.
A bird landed on the fence at the playground. It sat there so quietly, I almost thought it was a figurine for a while.
It didn’t even seem to notice that I was walking around it, trying to find a good angle for a picture. It barely moved at all. Until it was suddenly gone again.
That’s the boy I “saved” from drowning. Checking in on the goats.
A funny pose from the buck there, hanging on the fence. Look at the bigger version for the full fun effect.
Finally some nice fall colours from outside the playground.
Aaand… bedtime. Again. Tonight is daylights savings times in Denmark. The good one. An extra hour of sleep, hooray!
October 28th, 2007 at 14:25
Plume . . . ladders are our friends! This appears to be a 7 foot one. You were probably the one to have to drag all the branches into a pile. Are you have a marshmallow/hot dog roast later on?
Your fluffy bird reminds me of doves we have here, only ours aren’t that big. It sure is pretty and photogenic.
Mr. Long-ears Buck made me and my husband laugh. He looks so silly along with the other two on the fence. Good picture.
I think you may have to save “drowning boy” from being “falling into the goat pen boy”. Is he accident prone?
Our daylight savings time isn’t until next weekend. It gets dark here much too early for me. I’m too used to spending summer evenings with the goats with some sunshine.
We met some white alpacas over the weekend. They’re like llamas only smaller. We had seen them before and finally had a chance to stop and talk to the owners and meet them. They are so soft and sweet-faced with long eye lashes. And very curious and mild-mannered. And they all had names! Very important to name your alpacas (to me anyway).
Our goatzy boys are getting fluffier and fluffier. Winter is coming.
PS: I’ve gotten someone a little something for Christmas! Guess who?
October 28th, 2007 at 20:27
Be looking for some photos via e-mail to you of the goatzy boys. My husband was trying out his new camera.
October 29th, 2007 at 13:39
Glad to hear you are better.
Love the picture of the buck. He is very cute;)
Debster, I love Lamas – including Llamas, Alpacas & Vicunjas. There’s a few people with lamas on this here island where I live, and one couple have a baby every year, so we get to watch it from little till it grows big anough to move on to a new home. I’d love to some day have the room to have lamas. They are the softest and loveliest creatures ever. Although goats are of course a close second;)
Plume, I spent some time with a certain little miss this weekend. I was with my mum all weekend. We had so much to arrange and had many visitors as well, but I did find time to nip over the road to see Lana. She’s absolutely stunning! No, but really. She’s, like, wow. Feisty, curious, and loves a cuddle. Her older siblings playfight a lot with her – she’s such an instigator, though – and the dog loves to lick her like she was her puppy or something. Never seen anything quite like it. Mummy cat still looks after her as well, but still only when the area is dog free;)
My dad’s being buried on Wednesday. Probably already told you. It would’ve been his 70th birthday, so we thought it was an appropriate date for the celebration of his life and the final farewell.
Hugs.
October 29th, 2007 at 14:23
Good to hear from you, Desiree. Baby llamas and alpacas and baby goats are just the cutest things!
October 29th, 2007 at 20:14
I like that photo of the bird. It’s very soothing and calming to look at.
Until, a zombie comes, bites it and the bird becomes a zombie, too. Then that bird bites other birds until Denmark becomes one big zombie nation.
Then a famous pop star from France will save the day by playing his music which renders all zombies deaf and mute allowing the Danish army to kill the zombies. Besides if you’ve listened to French pop music lately, you’d want to go out and kill zombies, too.
So every time I see that wonderful photo of the bird sunning itself, I think of a world without zombies.
I mean zombies never pay their bills, eat too much food mainly human flesh, and have a terrible habit of not bathing. They also tell unfunny jokes and refuse to return library books.
And that’s why, Plume, I don’t like zombies and hope Denmark is free of them.
October 29th, 2007 at 23:33
I think LuisLemmings is dressing up as a ZOMBIE for Halloween! He seems to know an awfully lot about them.
October 29th, 2007 at 23:47
Debster – I don’t know if I trust ladders, they seem so wobbly!
I did not get roasts of any kinds. You know, I don’t think I have ever had roasted marshmallows. Haven’t had marshmallows in hot coco either. I don’t think we have much tradition for those things in Denmark.
Those alpacas sound lovely. I’m not sure I have ever seen an alpaca. The word is not familiar to me at least.
Have you gotten an alpaca for me? It would probably look funny under the tree.
I loved the photos! Your goats are sweet. I have been meaning to ask, how did you get them? when did you get them? Why did you get them? Have you had goats before them or are they the first? Etcetera, basically I would like to know how you came to be a goat lover like myself!
Desiree – Thank you for the Lana update. When you write about her it makes me want to have and hold her :)
I hope the funeral will go well, as well as these things can be. I have never actually been to one. I have missed my “chances” because of my phobia. But I hope it will be a good farewell.
LuisLemmings – You’ll be happy to know that there are very few zombies in Denmark. The only ones we have are these lifeless corpses that turn up on TV now that the election has been called. They show up on our screens with dead eyes and hollow promises and they promise not to eat our brains if we vote for them, but oh like all politicians they never keep their promises.
Apart from that we’re pretty free of the undead.
October 30th, 2007 at 4:49
Goat background: I love petting zoos. An apple orchard nearby had cider, apples, pumpkins, the whole fall/autumn thing going on a few years back. And they had sheep, a calf, ducks, miniature donkeys, and goats. There was one tiny female fuzzy goat named “Little Dot”. She was a pygmy goat and was just so sweet.
I have always loved llamas, donkeys, etc., but never thought I knew enough about taking care of them as I only know about cats, dogs, birds, guinea pigs, turtles, and goldfish. But pygmy goats seemed like maybe, just maybe they could be manageable for me.
So I did some internet research about taking care of goats, the decisions on males (wethers) or females, etc. It was probably 6 months later that I got my husband to stop and see “Little Dot” who was bigger of course, but still very cute.
And he said, “Is this what you’re talking about pygmy goats?” “They are so cute, we could get some for pets.”
Wow, was that easy or what? Show my husband a cute fuzzy goat and he’s hooked. Me, I’m still undecided. Would we have enough time, room, did I know enough about taking care of them?
The gal that cuts my hair had bought some fainting goats and recommended the guy she went to. He raises all kinds of animals – little horses, peacocks, camels, sheep, goats, just about anything.
So we took a trip to this exotic animal farm and he had two young males (10-12 weeks old) and that is how we came to have John Boy and Billy. They are now 2 1/2 years old. They were extremely wary of us for quite a long time and my husband didn’t think we’d ever get them tame.
But I can tame barn cats, so I knew I could probably tame goats. It took lots of time, patience, rewards/treats, and praise. That’s how I got them to shake hands and jump up on the spools and let us pet them and groom them.
Frankie, on the other hand, was already a year old when we got him. He was at a neighbor’s farm with other goats. This neighbor buys goats, or donkeys and has them for awhile then sells them and gets different ones. He was going to sell Frankie and my husband fell in love with him and just had to have him.
Frankie was a bottle baby, meaning he had been hand-fed by people so he associated people with good things (food) as was very, very friendly. Just the opposite of John Boy and Billy. Frankie is about 1 1/2 years old now as we just got him this spring.
I have just always loved animals even as a young child and feel at ease with them. I can remember the names of people’s pets that we have worked for, but I don’t remember the people’s names!
So now you know more than you probably ever wanted to know of how John Boy, Billy, and Frankie came to live with The Debster and her husband!
October 31st, 2007 at 23:34
Debster – Thank you! That was exactly the kind of information I was looking for. And somehow I like it that you haven’t had millions of goats and that you had to work to tame them as well, it makes them more ..special. unique. Hehe. And it reminds me of my experience with Mathilde. Goats are special. I wish I could have them for pets as well. I’ll probably never be able to live in a place where that’s possibly though. But at least I have easy access to some wonderful ones anyway!
If you or your husband feel like playing around wtih cameras more, then I should always be happy to see the results. I even toyed with the idea of making a photo album for other people’s goats. But then I realized that I don’t know too many people with goats so it’d just end up being a photo album for Debster’s goats! Not that that would be so bad though hehe.
November 1st, 2007 at 13:37
Now if I was only good at “husband training”!
I wouldn’t want a million goats anyway. I just want a few that I can get to know really well and spend quality time with. They are just really amazing little animals and so funny.
November 2nd, 2007 at 22:31
Debster – “They are just really amazing little animals and so funny”, for a moment I thought you were describing husbands!