Goats are noisy sometimes. Most of the time, they are so quiet I have to look for them to make sure they’re okay. Other times, they can make quite a racket. They sound very sheep-like. Baaa-aaaa. When Clover first arrived, she bleated almost nonstop for several days, calling her friends back at her old farm. After I was gone for a few nights this weekend, she and the babies bleated quite a bit when I came back. They wanted me to know that they missed me. Or they wanted cookies now that the Cookie Lady was back…..
And so yesterday afternoon when Clover started up a racket, I didn’t pay much heed for a few minutes because she’d been bleating more since I’d gotten back, begging for my attention.
Then I realized the racket was much closer than just down in the goat yard.
And I remembered the other reason my goats start up a racket.
Nutmeg-the-Escape-Artist was bleating down my door while Clover was down in the yard bawling over it.
Uh, what you doing, Nutmeg? Are you coming in?
Oh. Well. Okay………
Spice, somewhat astounded.
Wanna watch TV, Nutmeg? What do you want to watch? News, soap operas, home remodelling?
Why am I letting you in my house? Have I lost my mind?
Sorry…… I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings!!
COCO!!!! About time you showed up. DO SOMETHING.
Let’s get this baby down the stairs.
BITING HER NECK DOESN’T HELP, COCO!!
Come on, Nutmeg!
You can do it!
What a good girl!
Now get back where you belong!
You’re tired, too, aren’t you Clover? This was a lot of excitement, huh? We handled it! We’re bonding, aren’t we? That Nutmeg, she is so much trouble. Me and you, we’re a team. Like rubber and the road. Mac and cheese. Gladys and the Pips–
You don’t really like me, do you, Clover?
Do you want to come upstairs and watch TV?