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My sleeping rythm is a little out of whack again, I’m afraid. But that’s okay. There’s always tomorrow. And right now I’m just waiting for the new Lost episode to appear.
Meanwhile, let’s take a look at Vanilje.
Wondering if there is anything in that guy’s pocket.
But how to get into the pocket when his arm is in the way? Must lift it up somehow.
Nothing can stop a goat.
It can be hard to stop a big horse too.
Like Sille. Sometimes she farts. No, really. She’ll walk past the fence accompanied by the sound of breaking wind. Almost in tune with her footsteps. It’s rather funny. She’ll also do it sometimes when she starts galloping. It’s like a motorboat taking off. Oh dear.
But that’s all for tonight. Hope you are all safe and sound. Most of the unrest seems to have died down around here, so that’s good. Mhm.
February 22nd, 2008 at 6:02
That’s good to hear the rioting has quelled. You see them on the tv and they look very frightening.
Besides the horses, do the goats pass wind, too?
I guess if you’re a not a human being, farting is just an everday thing you know like eating hay and and wiggling your ears.
If the goats do fart, do they smell like roses blooming on a spring day?
The smell of the ocean just after a storm?
Freshly baked bread?
Grass clippings on a summer’s day?
The turning of the pages of a brand new book?
Freshly polished wood?
Lemons in a china bowl?
If the smell of the goats’ farts are like the above, then Plume, you and I should make them fart more. I love those smells!
It takes me back to my childhood of hazy twilight days and cool, clear nights.
…of going to McDonald’s and buying one pack of french fries and sharing it with five people.
…of running on the beach early in the morning and picking seashells that have been left behind at low tide.
…of playing tennis until sunset and the court lights magically turn on and everyone glows a soft green colour.
So for horses and probably goats, farts are just that, a consequence of biology.
But for humans, it brings up crisp memories of the past, sights and sounds that make us close our eyes and we smile a little.
Just think, if you passed wind, something wonderful will come to mind. If Debster passed wind, again, a wonderful image will present itself and she’ll be very happy.
Alas, I don’t pass wind, so I wouldn’t know the joys you and Debster and the goats and Sille have in knowing how wonderful it is to be alive in this great big blue sphere we live in.
February 22nd, 2008 at 14:11
Our Billy can clear the barn in seconds when he gets going! It’s baaaad! That cud smell isn’t too nice either. “Get some mouthwash, goatzies!”
February 22nd, 2008 at 23:05
LuisLemmings – Haha, I pity your sad loss. Never shall you know the joy of passing wind. The horror. The horror. My goats don’t pass wind, at least not while I’m around. I think they are polite enough to go to a corner and maybe cough to mask the noise. Wellbehaved little ones.
Debster – Eau de Mads. The new fragrance for goats!
February 23rd, 2008 at 0:52
Nope, you don’t hear them. It just starts smelling really, really bad. And I look at my husband, and he says: “It wasn’t me. It was Billy!”