An apology

My hatchlings are very good at trying to be helpful. 

They are always wanting to vacuum, or help trim hooves.

Hoovering up plastic bags, and shoelaces is super helpful, and doesn't ever contribute to more hoover failure....

Regardless, their pleasant disposition is a real joy.

Recently, they have been helping taking the laundry off the clothes line, and bringing it into the house. 

When 200 clothes pegs became only 40, and then I found clothes pegs turned puppets, I grumbled.

You know the usual mama grumble. 

Those are not toys, we need them, blah, blah, blah...

They insisted, they only took a few.

Imagine my embarrassment, when this morning I went out, and found the goats, plucking the clothes pegs off the line like cherries off a tree...

So, to my helpful hatchlings, I apologise. 

Mama was wrong.

I'll buy more clothes pegs, and perhaps some apologetic smarties.

Go(a)t milk?

We have finally succeed in milking Lilly; without a hoof in the bucket, or spilling the bucket, or having her sit on the bucket...

Here it is, a perfect glass of goat's milk!

Lost tooth

Apparently, I was feeling a lack of being head butted... and uh kicked.

To remedy this we picked up three new goats....

The lost tooth was not mine, thankfully.

One little girl with ice cream on her nose chased turkeys around the farm,

while a little boy, completely covered in ice cream, told the goats, 'You gonna go on da boat!'

I rather wish the goats had been as relaxed about it as he was.

Introducing,

Daisy, the docile. Like Poppy, she is a great big ham.

Violet, the permanently startled. She is already coming around, and thank goodness is not much like her sister, Jasmine. Give this lady a ginger nut biscuit and she is putty in your hand.

Which leads us to Jasmine... the terror spirited. 

Just because she is a total camera hog, here is Poppy.

and so there is no jealousy here is Lilly, and Gobo.

(Naveen is a total bloke. He doesn't care much for having his photo taken, and keeps turning his bottom to me when I try to take a photo.)

Days fly by

I am not going to try to justify what has kept me from blogging these last couple days. Instead, I will simply show you.

No, not over there!

Yeah, you!

Let me introduce the new characters. 

The big lady, is Lilly. She is our 38 month old Anglo Nubian cross goat. The little guy is her 6 week old kid. He has been affectionately named 'Gobo'. He is so soft!

This guy here is Naveen.

He is our 12 month old Saanen.

He is one lucky guy, the hatchlings wanted to name the goats.

Here is the short list supplied by the hatchlings for Naveen:

White

Whitey

Snow white

White meat ball

White nugget

White paper

Paper poop

White light

Big W

Naveen

(I told you he was lucky. Their final vote was for White meat ball!)

Here is our sweetie pie.

This is Poppy. She is our 22 month old Anglo Nubian cross.

She likes to cuddle, which make her my favourite. (Shhhhh!)

The hatchlings and I journeyed off down south to collect them.

Hatchling no4 spent the entire 3 and half hour ferry crossing, telling everyone, over and over and over, my goat go on da boat!

You know how everyone says goats are mischievous.

That should not be overlooked.

Because I just want to share a little that is not in photos.

Like goats jump.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, everyone knows goats jump.

It is a heart attack inducing unique experience to have four goats in a box trailer driving on a narrow cliff... when they jump. It feels like the trailer is going to over turn the whole vehicle, or like perhaps the trailer has become unhitched and has banged into the car. 

Nope, just a happy billy goat, showing off to the ladies.

Sigh.

Oh, and goats get sea sick. 

For real.

The moment you open the trailer door, they run like wild fire. 

You find out how awesome they are at hoping streams, fences, and onto the roof. 

I ran my 10k within the first 40 minutes they were home.

I woke up aching like I am 80.

But I have goats.

Maaaaaah dnesss.