Started Sep 3, 2009
Started Nov 30, 2008
So, you know how they tell you not to jump into a new relationship right away after a very important breakup? That's extremely good advice. The trouble is that Aurora started screaming the minute we
carried her mother out of the barn. For her sake, we couldn't wait. So
we went to check out John and Jeanne's farm in Lee County.
I'd already cried a couple of gallons at that point, but was doing my best to put on a good face. Still, I have to admit I wasn't 100% as I picked out our new doeling from a herd of twenty contenders.
How can I be so sure I was off the mark? Well, when we got our new doeling home, she peeed...without squatting...and I realized we'd accidentally purchased a wether. Oops. Now what're we gonna do?
Despite a niggling sense of deep disloyalty, we decided Saturday that Aurora needs a new friend. So I called up the folks who were disbudding style="font-family: Nimbus Roman No9 L;"> their Dwarf Nigerians at the
same time Aurora's little horns were being burnt off.
"Any chance you have a goat for sale?" I asked.
"We've got several," they answered. "Come on over Monday."
Life goes on. Today we're taking a trip to see how those little cuties look all grown up.
Holding a sick goat in your arms for a long February day is like experiencing a road trip as a child. You have a vague idea of where you're going and why, but no
control over the route or how long it will take to get there.
If you're lucky, your seat mate brought some cud to chew and is willing to submit to the boredom of joint napping. Otherwise, it will be a long series of "No, don't eat my notebook. No, don't jump on your mother. No, just style="font-style: italic; font-family: Nimbus Roman No9 L;"> style="font-style: italic;"> style="font-style: italic;"> no style="font-family: Nimbus Roman No9 L;">." style="font-style: italic; font-family: Nimbus Roman No9 L;">
The sights alternate between seemingly endless monotony and moments of surprising wonder. Like when the chickens travel far outside their usual stomping grounds
and come to call.
You've never brought enough books. Or at least not quite the right books. But it somehow doesn't matter because you end up suspended in an endless now.
And if it's an overnight trip? Well, then you sleep fitfully and wake early, hoping today's road will be straighter, the path less windy, and the destination more clear.
Thank you all for the secondhand hope. It's much appreciated.
We've been using the chain suspended counter for a year now.
The chains are pretty much out of the way once you get used to their location.