With the arrival of warm weather brings with it fluffy babes of gold.
Buff Orpington chicks. They are so sweet and docile, and after our experience with Mr. Nasty, ( one time he jumped up, thrust his feet forward – right into my husband’s…yup. Right there.)
So, I did a bit of research; I wanted a more docile friendly breed. I thinks these will do just fine.
We were also lucky enough to add this beautiful girl to our pasture.
Darby.
She is a half sister to Our Phantom of the Opera; a big boned, heavenly fine, lustrous fiber. Delicious. Would you just look at that face. ( Go ahead, I’ll wait.)
Last fall she had a haircut, a full body haircut. I can’t wait to see her fiber when it has grown out a bit more. (insert little girl squeal here).
When I put her in the pasture with the other girls it was clear I’d need to move the Angora goats girls to another pasture; she had no clue what they were and she was not eager to be friends.
So, they ate my dress. Well, not all of it, just a nibble; but it was an ancient cotton dress and tore easily. I was a little embarrassed to be walking about the pasture with my bottom wobbling in plain daylight. They didn’t care, they gave a look back, stuck out their tongues and walked away.
Do you think that could be a goats version of pants-ing someone? Let’s move on. No need to give them much attention for bad moves.
We get a little giddy around here when new animals arrive, but I have to say I was over the moon with this arrival. A vintage 1970’s era, cast iron, work horse of a tiller.
Troy built. Please dry out this week, garden, please. I wanna till.
Isn’t she lovely.
Be well,
Jess