Here One Minute and Then Gone The Next & BIG news! by Charlotte

Okay...and yes, this is Charlotte. (applause) Oh please, really - stay seated, stay seated! My, I feel so special. :) Anywho, right now at this moment...I'M A MOMMA GRIZZLY!!!!!! You want to know why?! Bradley is gone. It's the plain truth that I'll never figure out. He was here one minute and then gone the next - he never came back....(sniff, sniff, sniff...). Oh!! Not my precious boy.... : (  Anyway, so I'M REALLY MAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Thankfully I have a brain to figure out why - I don't know what I'd do without it. He was sold....just like all the others! Yes, there were others. Brownie, Hosea, Patrick, and even COOKIE!!!!! This is just sooooooooo heartbreaking. Bradley and all my friends left me. My poor son, my poor, poor....son.
Okay, now that I got that off my chest (if I even have a chest...hmmmm...I wonder?) - I have big news to announce!! In the midst of all of this heartache and confusion, there is still some happy news. MY MOTHER IS GOING TO KID VERY SOON. If you are new and have no clue who my mother is - I will tell you now. It's Valorie. Yup, no last name. Can't figure out why - just never had one. But back to my topic, the goat mother thinks she's going to have twins!!! I'm going to be a big sister again! WHAHOO! And guess what? She thinks Velvet is going too as well! And I must take a deep breath for this announcement, it's even bigger....................................okay. THE GOAT MOTHER THINKS I'M GOING TO KID SOON TOO!!!!!! More babies for me to take care of - oooooh I'm soo excited! This will help me get through my grief over loosing my only son. Okay, the update is over - I can now go to sleep. :)

The Last Farewell To Our Beloved Spencer

Well this is Charlotte addressing you once more with some rather disturbing news. My brother, Spencer, has passed away. Yes, as chilling and horrid as it sounds - it is the sad truth. As his sister, I probably was not the best sibling in the whole wide world, but I'm a goat - what can I say? On behalf of our goat mother, however, I must be VERY serious. Since it happened, this has grieved her more than I can say. Here's how it all began:
For the first couple weeks of his sickness he had a severe case of diarrhea. Most of us get over that in a couple days you know, but poor Spencer didn't. It just kept getting worse and worse and worse. Finally, the goat mother put him on some medication. First, the triumphant pepto-bismol...that wasn't successful. Then some electrolytes...nothing. Then some antibacterial stuff that goes in his water - that didn't work either. By now, he had lost tons of weight and had become very weak. His eating abilities also grew weaker, almost to the point of not being able to even chew. Our goat mother tried and tried with all of her might, but hark! Nothing was going to trample this sickness - this disease he had consequently obtained against his will. And then on October 3rd, our goat mother found him that afternoon not able to stand, walk, and barely eat. He was dieing - and she knew it. But there was nothing that could be done, except make him comfortable and give him all the love she could to make his last moments happy.
With the night coming on quickly and the cold air flowing in the atmosphere, our goat mother knew she had to leave and tell him his last farewell. But before she could do this, she had to find a way to get him inside the goat house, so he could be warm with the others. He couldn't walk. So, with tears streaming down her eyes, and asking the Lord to give her the strength to carry him, she wrapped Spencer into her cold arms and carried him to his house. Setting him down gently, she hugged him and talked to him between sobs. She had to go. Her heart told her he would be dead by morning...so she told him her last farewell. Her last words of love. Hugging him with tears flowing down her face, she rose and looked at him for the last time...and then she was gone. He was gone by morning, just as she thought.
This story makes me want to burst out in tears, even though goats can't cry - but on behalf of our goat mother, here is the last farewell to the beloved and special Spencer.

GOODBYE SPENCER! YOU WILL NEVER BE FORGOTTEN AND ALWAYS BE CHERISHED IN OUR HEARTS!

Two sold - No Clue Where They Are By Charlotte

Well last Wednesday Annaliese and Starlene dissappeared from our farm. We still to this day have no idea what happened to them. One moment some people came out to look at us with their bunch of kids and the next minute they were being taken up to their car. What did they want to do with them? Any way, I think I've figured it out. THEY WERE SOLD. Yes, as horrifying as it sounds - they have a new owner. Oh how dreadful! We'll miss them, as much as I was annoyed by them, I hope they are happy where they are now. Thankfully they didn't take my Bradley too - they wouldn't know what they were getting themselves into!
- Charlotte :)

Just Plum Confused by Charlotte

Well I'm just plum confused today. Cassidy has had absolutely no babies. NONE. Not even one. This just puzzles me to the core. Something tells me maybe she was just tricking all of us to get attention - we goats do that sometimes you know. But Cassidy just doesn't seem like that type. I was talking with her yesterday...here's our conversation.
"SOOOOO, Cassidy, how do you feel today?" (That's me talking)
"I feel perfectly fine." (Now this is Cassidy speaking)
"Perfectly fine? Just fine? Then what was wrong with you yesterday?" (this is me)
"Nothing was wrong with me yesterday, I was just tired." (that's her)
"Just tired? Ahhh, so I was right that you didn't get any sleep the other night." (me)
"Who said I didn't get any sleep the other night? I'M PREGNANT. Some days, we just don't feel like being cheery...you should know." (her)
"Oooooookay. I won't ask any more questions then. Because it appears you ARE perfectly fine. You sure are hard to figure out, Cassidy. " (and I walked away as she waltzed off in rage as her emotions took a hold of her.)
Oki dokie. I've got no clue what's wrong or right with her. All I know is that she's very sensitive - and she STILL has no udder.

Officially For Sale and Cassidy's Big News by Charlotte!

Charlotte here! Well it's official. I will soon be a motherless doe. Yes, they're selling my little Bradley!!! He's still little and young! Only 4 months old! Ohhhhhhhh the pain!!!
Gennavieve, Annie, Starlene, Hosea, and Brownie were all put in the city's paper a couple days ago. And THEN those five PLUS the additions of Bradley and Cocoa were sent out in an e-mail as goats for sale! to a yahoo group my goat mothers' family takes part. This is soooooo depressing. How could they? I mean yes, they do own 20 goats...but we can't be that much trouble! Seven of us are being sold....that leaves only 13 left. As hard as it is for me to admit this...I will miss every single one of them with my whole heart!! (especially my Bradley!! (sniff, sniff) ). Oh well. What has to be done, has to be done.
On a more serious note, Cassidy is looking very ill today. All she does is go around moping with sagging eyes and weak legs saying, "Uhhhhh! I feel so aweful for some odd reason!".  She lays down all the time, paws the ground, and then gives BIG yawns - I mean, did she get any sleep last night? When the goat mother came out this morning to let us out of our pen, she inspected Cassidy quite a bit. She felt her back end, looked at her udder, felt her stomach  - and then she said...."Cassidy, it looks like you're going to kid today!".   WHAMMMMM!!!! You have got to be kidding me?! She barely has a stomach and doesn't even have an udder yet. Well, see I figured out that's the problem. By over hearing my goat mother talking to herself, I have now come to understand what is wrong. Cassidy is pregnant. Her ligaments are gone, she's pawing the ground, yawning all the time, laying down and getting up - all the signs are there except that she just doesn't have a full udder yet. THAT'S WHAT'S WORRYING THE GOAT MOTHER. Something is not right. Although she did say that sometimes the udder doesn't form until RIGHT before she kids or even afterwards. Apparently she's worried that they baby inside could be premature. Never the less, Cassidy should kid sometime today - we will all see what happens....can't wait!

Picture Day! By Charlotte

This is the beautiful Charlotte! Yesterday was a lovely day, not weather wise...definitely MUCH too hot! But our goat mother came and took pictures of all of us!! Yes, my favorite thing! Only yesterday I really wasn't in the mood to have any of my gorgeous pics taken because I was eating! And let me tell you, when a momma goat is eating, you DON'T bother her. I have to feed my Bradley - do you know how much milk that takes? So, I was eating and not in the mood for any photos yesterday. Never the less, she took some anyway. I personally don't think they were very good ones since I wasn't even looking at the camera. But who knows, maybe they were. Comet and my little brother, Spencer, were sure enjoying their pictures being taken though. They both are pretty close I suppose because you always see them together. I wouldn't know why though, Comet is normally mean to EVERYBODY. But not usually Spencer. I guess he's a special guy. He is my brother after all.

Raiding The Hay Bales!! by Charlotte

Hello once again! My name is written on the title of this post - so I am not going to even tell you that I am Charlotte........whoops, I just did. :)
This morning was very lively!! My wonderful little son - notice I said little, figured out how to get inside the hay bale loafing shed......I'm so proud. He just slipped right through one of the openings and started chowing down. Through a different course of events, a whole entire hay bale came down from the top and landed half way down the stack...just enough room for the rest of we eager goaties to eat some as well. Mmmmm - it was so good! But...the goat mothers came down and found we naughty goats raiding the hay bales, and thus they got to work. First, our younger goat mother gave us corn to distract our attention from the hay bales so that the older goat mother could fix the mess my little Bradley had started. It worked okay, but some of us were smarter than that. :)  I didn't bother the hay bales - the others did. Eventually the older goat mother took a torn up hay bale out of the shed and threw it out on the ground for us, I knew she had good in her heart somewhere. :) I'm just kidding! :)
Any who, they finally got the tarp up to cover the hay bales and pushed the naughty goaties out, locked it up, gave some hay to poor Cookie, and left! WOW! I still got some hay though, so I do sort of thank my son for starting the mess...goats are supposed to be bad sometimes any way, right?

"Shivers Up My Bones! - And Then A Cheery Topic" By The Beautiful Charlotte

Charlotte here!

Well I am very proud to say that our goat house is clean again! Our goat mothers cleaned it out on Sunday in the hot sun just for we dears. What would we do without them? Only the Lord knows. And that's a true statement by the way.
For the past couple days it has been extremely hot and rainy - TORNADO WEATHER! But no tornados. I haven't really ever experienced one yet - but Velvet and Cookie have told us stories from a few years ago that give me shivers up my bones. One is bound to come soon - we haven't had any here this year. So it's about time. Not that I am wanting one to come of course - I'm just saying since we haven't had one yet, it is more likely we will have one in the near future. AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!
Anyway, back to happy and cheery topics, my Bradley is growing up. Yes, it's hard to believe. He's a big boy now, no longer an itty bitty baby with short legs and short body. By far, NO! He's almost my size now! I guess that shows how short I am, although I always thought I was pretty tall. Oh well. If I could only get a mirror.

Rain, Rain, Rain, AND Mud, Mud, Mud... by Charlotte

The most beautiful goat in the world is BAAAACK!! Can you guess? Yup. It's Charlotte. :)
Well, a lot has happened over the past two weeks - I guess. But nothing really to make of note, other then Patrick has almost doubled in size. It's like I was saying - HE EATS A LOT. But hey, great results come from a lot of nutrition as shown by the little goatie.
My mom and Cassidy have not kidded yet. Their udders haven't really even filled up - looks like it won't be for a while. That's okay. I'm patient - I think.
Cookie is off his chain again and back at what he does best. I don't need to say ANYTHING more. Though I have to admit that it is kind of nice having him back with the herd. :)
I suppose one more thing that might be of interest to you is the fact that it has rained and rained and rained here for the past couple weeks. No stopping the rain, it just keeps coming. So of course because it has rained quite a bit, what do you think we have lots of right now? MUD!!!!! YUUUUCKYYY! Mud is NOT a goats best friend. Never has been and never will. But it sure likes to stick around and annoy all 20 of us. When will it go away? Who knows. The rain needs to stop so the mud will stop bothering us. Rain and mud must be best friends,  'cause they seem to always come together. Just a thought.

"Intense Eating, Pregnant Mothers, and Cookie's New Occupation" By Charlotte

Hello! This is the beautiful Charlotte!!

Well (once again) I am filling in for my dear friend Velvet - because she is a busy momma let me tell you. THIS BOY IS ALWAYS WANTING TO EAT. Every 5 seconds all of us hear him say to his mother, "More please! More, more, more momma!"  as he hops around with pleading eyes. When will that kid take a break from eating? Yes, I know he's growing - but come on, you have to digest all the milk you ate 5 seconds ago first. That's just my opinion. Other than that, he's pretty cute.
I realized I hadn't told you what he looked like when I announced his arrival. So I am going to tell you now. He's brown, with a white bottom and tail. He's got a white patch on one side, a white star on his forhead, and white feet - especially on his hind legs. He has a black stripe running down his back, and has a few black lines on his face - very handsome thing I must say. I will post a picture of him soon, just in case you didn't understand a word I said. That's always possible.
Okay. So that's the news about Patrick. He's very cute and won't stop eating. Now I have some even better news. I was watching my goat mother yesterday as she felt my mother's stomach. And would you believe it? This is what she said (or something to this extent), "Yup, Valorie, it looks like you are going to be having a baby." WHAHOOOOOO!!!!!! I am going to be another big sister to a little goatie soon!! Can't wait. 
And then I heard my goat mother telling Essie the same thing!!! Looks like in late August (or September, I really have no clue), we will have more little goaties running around!
Alright that's the really good news. But I guess something else I should mention is that poor Cookie is back on his chain...he was getting a little too wild over all of us again. Bless his his dear little heart.

VELVET KIDDED!!!!!!! BY THE BEAUTIFUL CHARLOTTE

CHARLOTTE HERE AGAIN!!!!! Yes, yes...the BEAUTIFUL CHARLOTTE.
Okay. BIG NEWS. (Drum roll please!!!!).   VELVET KIDDED!!!!! YEY
Vel-vet-a!!! And would you believe it? She didn't have twins this time!!! Not even triplets!!! NOT EVEN QUADRUPLETS!!!! She had ONE baby!!! How odd isn't it? But he's a cutie. And I said HE. It's a sweet little boy - or at least I think he is sweet. And if I over heard correctly, the name bestowed upon him is PATRICK. It's an okay name I guess. But because he's Velvet's baby,  I don't have a say in the matter. Oh well.
She was much too busy to post anything else on this blog - so what do you know? She asked me because no one else wanted to do it. So I am shouting out to the whole world that VELVET HAD HER BABY AND HIS NAME IS PATRICK. There are now 20 of us, and this is the same day Cocoa and Brownie were born last year (so it's their birthday too!). Happy birthday to Patrick, Brownie, and Cocoa!!! AND CONGRATULATIONS TO THE NEW MOTHER OF THE MONTH, VELVET!!!!!!
 WHAHOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!
Here is his birth information:
Gender: Boy   Name: Patrick   Date: June 30, 2010    Time: about 9:00pm   Mother: Velvet   Father: Pete 

My Babies Are Coming! by Velvet

Well this is Velvet. As you can tell by the title of my post - my twins are coming VERY FAST. Charlotte begged me to tell you - but I didn't want her to tell the world all over again. So I'm doing it. My stomach has dropped, my udder has filled, my ligaments are almost gone - and I don't feel so good. They will probably arrive in the afternoon or tonight....I hope they come quickly. Cookie wished me his luck - and everyone else seems to be oblivious to the reason I am all alone in the goat house. They will find out soon however. SOON. THEY WILL BE HERE SOON!

"Still Selling Some Of Us?" by Charlotte

Charlotte again!!

In response to the last post - I'm am so proud of Velvet for finally mustering up some courage to tell the whole world her wonderful news!! How exciting!
Alright. This is huge news. Our goat mothers are still planning on selling some of us!!! Oh my, oh my, oh my, and OH MY!!! Thankfully it's not me I have to worry about...BUT MY SON. Yes, my little Bradley!!!!! He's just too young to leave his mother - I'm not ready to let him go! I suppose I'll just have to get some advice from Velvet - she's seen a lot of her babies go before. Maybe she has some special secret.
It sounds like nothing is official yet - they are just waiting for the next auction to occur and hoping that some family will come around who wants some playful goats. We will miss them all!! Oh how sad.

Velvet's Announcement

Okay. I just read Charlotte's last post, and I had to say something.

First of all, I am Velvet. I'm the doe that little chatter box is constantly talking about.

Yes. If you really want to know - I AM PREGNANT. AND I WILL HAVE THEM IN A FEW WEEKS. There. I was not actually trying to keep it from any one in particular - except you know who - because she always wants to scream it to the whole world without my consent. I am a more quiet doe who sometimes likes to keep things to myself - and this was one of them. But I suppose it's too obvious now as my stomach really has gotten quite big. Oh well. Now you know. There will probably be two kids, one boy and one girl - or at least that's the way it is most of the time.  NOW THE WHOLE WORLD KNOWS THAT I'M GOING TO BE A MOTHER ONCE AGAIN VERY SOON. AND YOU CAN TELL EVERYONE THAT I TOLD YOU.

NO LONGER CONFIDENTIAL! by Charlotte

Well I finally did it! Yes, (this is Charlotte again), I FINALLY FOUND OUT THAT VELVET IS PREGNANT! She only thinks she's keeping these things from me, but oh I AM GOOD! Last night ALL of we eighteen goats except Velvet were in the pen waiting to be closed up by our goat mother. Now where do you think Velvet deary was? YOU GUESSED IT. Outside of the pen - EATING!
Now, if you are a goat you would probably understand this a little better. But since you are not (or at least I'm only assuming you are not), I will do my best to explain this obvious clue. When a goat is going to kid in a month or so, they tend to be very hungry. Sadly, I have no idea why - I just know that's the way it is. I am sure you must be thinking, "Why in the world do they have such a big appetite?" - I know, I know, it really sounds absurd, doesn't it? Never the less, it is the truth and just the way it goes when we beautiful does are expecting kid(s).
So, there you have it! VELVET WAS OUT IN THE DARK STILL GRAZING. That's sign enough for me. If she was trying to keep it from me (which I know she was) - her secret is no longer confidential....I AM TELLING THE WHOLE WORLD!!!!!!!!
VELVET IS GOING TO HAVE BABIES SOON!
Now I am not trying to be mean or anything to her, I just don't understand why she was so protective of that little fact...if I were her, I'd be screaming it as a ran in circles all the way around the field as all eighteen goats gazed at me dumbfounded with their mouths open wide!!! WHAT A THRILLER!!!
Let's see, how many kiddings would this be for her now? MY GOODNESS! THIS WOULD BE HER SEVENTH!!  WHAHOO VEL-VE-TA!!!

ALAS! MY SON! MY SON!! - written and told by THE BEAUTIFUL CHARLOTTE

Okay. This is THE BEAUTIFUL CHARLOTTE once again!! Hello, thank you, thank you, and thank you!! I am here to simply tell you a horrific story of mine that occurred last night.
Here it is,  please have a tissue box close by - you'll need it - or I know I will.
Last night, my goat mothers walked down to our goat house to close us all up. Our main goat mother seemed to be in a BIG hurry like it was black Friday (correction: it was black outside, but it wasn't Friday). Soon after running quite a few feet she reached our goat house (yes, all nineteen of us have finally moved back in to OUR house after the loud feathery birds have grown up). Because she was in a hurry, she made all the ducks and geese go a little bit into hysterics as she picked up the blocks covering our door and dropped them quickly into the mud. Opening the door, she counted us as fast as she could...turns out there were only six of us. Well, she yells to the other goat mother (she is constantly looking at the stars) and heads for the loafing shed where she finds everyone else - including MY BRADLEY!! I was in the goat house and realized MY BABY was missing!!!!! I had no idea where he was! And then, hark! I heard his sweet little peep of a bleat from afar! Yes, my son was still alive....only I couldn't see him in the black of the night - but I HEARD HIM. My heart was about to stop, my whole body was close to fainting in the dirty mud - I'm very glad I didn't!!! (note: this is where you begin using your tissues.). 
THEN ALAS!!!!!! MY SON!! MY SON!! Our goat mother began carrying him to me with great care as he bleated and bleated for his mother...ME OF COURSE. Our departure was almost through! She gently set him on the ground as he hastened towards me - hungry as a bear! DONE. FINISHED. We were no longer a part....WE WERE UNITED ONCE AGAIN. VICTORY!!
Okay. That was the really good part of my heartwrenching story. But this is the end. Our goat mothers were able to move all the goats from the loafing shed back into the goat house. I finally figured out why they were in such a hurry - it was going to storm. Right before they got the last 2-4 goats in the pen.....BOOM!! RAIN. All of us started running around in hysterics trying to find shelter - "EVERYONE! IN THE GOAT HOUSE! IN THE GOAT HOUSE!". I heard my sweet Cookie tell us.  So that's what we did. Me and my Bradley were together sitting on the floor of the house as we listened to the pitter patter of the rain drops - as long as I had my Bradley, I would be alright! (and as long as Bradley had me, HE would be alright - after all, I am his main food source you know!). 
                                                                          THE END.

Discussion Of The Latest News On The Lovely Goat Farm - By Charlotte (the most beautiful goat in the world.)

Hello, I'm Charlotte. I guess you probably want to know what I look like before I begin discussing the latest news of my fellow goaties. Be sure to notice that I AM BEAUTIFUL. That's always the most important fact about myself.

Now yes, I do know what you are most likely thinking at this very moment..."WOW! She's got large ears!". Well if that is what you're thinking, then...maybe they are to you...but to me...THEY ARE GORGEOUS! NO other goat I know has ears like mine, so that's why their sooooo special!

Okay, before I give you a run down, let me give you a brief biography of myself. Trust me, I'll make it snappy.

First, I was born on February 10, 2009 to my mother, Valorie. My father is Pete. When I was little, I loved to jump around like a little dear, and I liked to eat my breakfast, lunch, or dinner from another mother goat, Cassidy, sometimes. She was the mommy of Arthur, a VERY good friend of mine at the time - not so much anymore of course. Anyway, I also loved to climb and play around with my goat mothers and goat father. It was the life! Anyway, as you can tell, I grew up. This past February was my very first birthday - I feel so old! Especially when I had my first baby on April 10, 2010. It was a little boy with very handsome features - he got his looks from me of course! He's a lovely little thing and ALWAYS wants to eat! Now I know how my mother must have felt when I constantly wanted food.

Anway, that's my short little biography - much too condenced, but enough to serve it's purpose at this moment. My goodness, I good tell you THOUSANDS of stories about my life of one year and  five months...it's amazing what can happen to you in such a short time.

The update. Well...............................................................................................................oh yeah. Starlene is now beginning to get her womanly features as she is now...oh let's see here...three months old - but trust me, she still has a LONG way to go. Bradley, my sweet little son is now 2 months old. And like I said, he is EXTREMELY handsome. I have no doubt in my mind that HE is the most handsome little goatie fellow I've ever seen! And I am NOT biased, I just have very good opinions. I know you would agree with me the very moment you got a good look at my baby boy.

Anyway, no mother is going to be kidding any time soon. Velvet might kid in a couple months...she just won't tell me. Just the other day I asked her, "Oh Velvet, when are you due?" - and yes, I said it in the sweetest way. And wouldn't you know it? This is what she said, "None of your business." I should have known. She's never liked me in the past, so why did I think she would like me now? Who knows. I was just asking.

Spencer has grown a lot since he has come out here to live with us. My goat mother says he's my little brother, which makes ME his big sister - but somehow I just don't believe her. He would drink out of this weird bottle like thing for a really long time - which is just not the way you eat. Even my mother told me once, "Who is that odd fellow? And what is that thing he keeps eating out of?".  Now.....if he really was my little brother, than we would both have the same mommy...but as far as I know - she has no idea who he even is! Of course, by now he fits in pretty well. He does get a lot of attention from that goat mother of ours.

The last piece of information from my fellow goaties is this. Our goat mothers and goat fathers were planning on selling Gennavieve, Annaliese, Cocoa, Hosea, Brownie, Starlene, and maybe Cookie. But as you can see...that hasn't happened yet, or I would have told you in the first sentence of this discussion. I can't tell you the reason, because I don't know it myself. All I can say is that all of the goats of which I listed are THANKFUL!!!! I'm really glad they weren't going to sell me - I would put up a fight they would remember! But don't tell them that of course, we don't want to give them any ideas you know.

So this concludes my ever to short discussion of the latest "goings-on" at my lovely farm of which all nineteen of us reside with pride and loyalty.

THANK YOU.

Oh yes, and always remember this...."Charlotte IS beautiful." (me of course!)

The Goat House Thieves

Hello there. It's me, Cookie, once again! I'M BAAAACK! Well you'll just never believe me when I tell you this. Those little yellow and brown feather balls...oh excuse me, ducklings, have kicked us out of our goat house! Yes, I know, can you just believe it?! It's what I always say, at least now anyway, "We're being kicked out by those birds!" What a horrible thing to think of! Birds of all things! Well I just never thought I'd see the day. This is how it happened....oh and of course it's not because all nineteen of us have gotten into some trouble. News flash: WE'RE ALWAYS GETTING INTO TROUBLE. But not this time....yet.
Well those birds were growing bigger every day...I guess I never knew those things grew at all, they always looked so tiny compared to me. But apparently to the humans they were, because I thought I heard them saying one time..."those birds can barely fit in that cage at night anymore, they are just too big."  Once again, I have no idea WHERE they are getting that big part of the sentence because like I said...they are small to me. I'M JUST SAYIN'. Any who, the humans decided it was time for them to have a larger place to reside. And just where do you think they chose those birds to be...THAT'S RIGHT! The goat house. Or should I say...our goat house. Our house to sleep in at night. Our house!! Forgive me, if I had feathers like them, they would most certainly be VERY ruffled at this moment. But I don't. I wonder why? How do they get those feathers of their's? I'll have to ask them sometime. I might look good in feathers. A new look, a new me, a totally new goat! Although since I had feathers I might not be considered a goat any more. Maybe they would have to give me a new name like, goat bird or bird goat...OR MAYBE...OH! There I go again with the detailed brain of mine! Back to my story.
So the next thing I knew, I was staring at the faces of those ducklings IN the goat house pen (which is, if you are not smart enough to realize, where the goat house is). They waddled around like nothing was different. I heard one say to his clumsy friend...even though to me, they're ALL clumsy..."Wow! What a great place for us to stay, huh, Derald? I feel like I'm living in a castle! ...what...what is a castle, Derald?..." I won't get into the rest of his conversation...it's quite boring. Just something ducks like to talk about I suppose. But the castle part just really got my attention! Yes, you probably do feel like you're living in a castle Donald, Crackers, or whoever you are...it looks like a castle to you because you are small. That's why you shouldn't be there in the first place. But of course I know it's not the duckling's fault...I'm not that mean. It's the humans that had the veracity to do something so horrid to their sweet, innocent...well sometimes we're guilty, but we are goats...what more can you expect? Making trouble seems to be my strength. Don't tell anyone that of course.
Well this incident doesn't make any sense to the little brain of mine. Maybe I'll learn the reason someday....I won't blame anyone - yet. I still would like our goat house back though. NOW I'm huddled with eighteen other goats in the little loafing shed. One thing for certain...WE SURE KEEP NICE AND WARM! Someday I'll understand this.

Cookie's First Debut

Hello everyone! Uh...my name is Cookie. I'm a goat. This is me.

Okay, now that you know what I look like. Let's get a little more detailed. Yes, yes, I'm ashamed of it, but yes...most of my life is spent on this mettle like thing - the humans call it a chain, but I prefer calling it my "life purpose"..."chain" sounds too dreadful! There's just something I have never understood about humans, and I'm sure you'd agree with me eventually. Humans don't understand that goats DO like the grass better on the other side of the fence. It's a NO BRAINER! I mean, don't they have eyes? Can't they see that it IS greener than what I'm looking at below my beard...well that's just always puzzled me. The purpose of me bringing up this fact, is that earlier today I decided I wanted to get into the fence area where those clumsy little feathery, yellow and brown - well the humans call them "ducklings", but I would rather call them....what would I call them?.............well, that's beside the point. As I was saying, I wanted to get into the "ducklings" fenced area of grass...oh of course not to hurt them! I wouldn't want to go near those odd itty bitty feather balls....I wanted the grass.  Yes, it was greener. PLAIN AS DAY, GREENER. Anyone could see it if they really looked hard enough. But they don't...so why do I even try? I don't know. I just like to talk I suppose.....where was I? Oh yes, so one of my "goat mothers" is standing in there, she opens the gate...and I found my cue! I waltzed right in and started eating that grass. THAT GRASS WAS THE BEST GRASS I HAD EVER TASTED IN MY WHOLE LIFE! (which happens to be 1...2, 3, ...4,5,...oh bummer, I lost count. Well probably 4 or 5 years, or is it 6 or 7, maybe I'm only 1! Oh goodness I don't even know my own age! I guess I'll just have to check the goat book of records, surely it'll be in there...)

Anyhow, I was chewing and savoring and chewing and savoring AND chewing and SAVORING that grass until I felt those dreaded hands on my horns...MY HORNS! Yes, my goat mother was pulling me out of that fenced area...I always hate it when I get caught. It's not like I was hurting those little "ducklings". Although, when I looked up at them, they were all huddled in one big bundle hiding in the corner. I don't know what they were afraid of. It's not like I'm much bigger then them (at least when I measured my self a few years ago I wasn't. Hmmm. Could I have grown that much bigger? NO......well, then again...). Oh I'm getting lost in my train of thought again. Please excuse my long pauses, I like to think about EVERYTHING in great detail. I'm a detailed kind of goat. You know one time.....Oh! There I go again! Okay. Back to my horrid story. I fought those hands like they were a couple of sticks...but she won in the end. I was taken out, never to return again - at least when they're watching! When they are not...THEN I will reunite with that delectable, precious, green grass I ever so loved with all my heart as I ate and ate for those too few seconds! I WILL RETURN MY BELOVED GRASS THAT IS GREENER ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE FENCE NO MATTER WHAT THE HUMANS CAN DO TO ME!

...Oh this was beautiful! Excuse me for a moment......I must shed a few tears...

In Remembrance Of Stardust, Kara, And Starlight

Today is the two year anniversary since the horrendous goat masacre on our farm. April 19 ever since has been a date I dread. Around 2-3 am in the morning a dog came and attacked our goats...killing three. One immediately was killed, another was being killed, and the other was immensely injured - dying later that day. Stardust, Kara, and Starlight were the poor victums of this dog. What makes it even worse, we were outside witnessing some of this.
Here's how it happened:
We were all asleep. I was about half awake, until I all of a sudden heard a lot of barking and and our goats screaming at the top of their lungs. My heart stopped and I froze for a few seconds in my bed just listening to those aweful sounds coming fom outside. When my senses came to me, I woke my sister up, and together we went and got our dad. Heading out there was the worst part. The dog was on top of Cookie, our buck..thankfully, however, my dad got down there in time to scare him off. And then the dog went and got a hold of Kara, my doe...I couldn't see it happen - but I could hear it. And in some cases...the sounds are worse then the images seen. She screamed in pain the whole time we were down there...there was nothing we could do. Then, my sister found Starlight lying on the ground, suffering. She was badly injured - probably broken her neck or lungs. Stardust was the goat I wanted to find though...she was the first baby goat we had ever raised since birth on our farm - I just couldn't loose her! Sadly, however, my flashlight led me to her still, motionless body on the ground. She was dead. That's pretty much when my emotions came to me, and I cried my heart out. I loved Stardust - AND Kara AND Starlight...and they were all three no longer in existence. That night I went to sleep still hearing the cries of our suffering, helpless Kara. In the morning, my dad found her in the creek area of our woods, dead.
I will never forget that night. It was the worst nightmare I have ever had in my life. What's worse...it really happened. Cookie only lost part of one of his ears and suffered with a hurt leg for a while, but soon was healed and back to his old self. Stardust left two orphaned twins to us after her death...Joey and Jeffrey got on fine afterwards and grew to be very fine fellows. All the other goats that were not injured, but had witnessed the event, were in a shock afterwards...but eventually recovered.
As I am sure you know, our goats since then have grown in abundance. But no goat could replace Stardust, Kara, and Starlight and the memories we made with those amazing creatures God gave to us!
Stardust, Kara, and Starlight:
You will forever be remembered, forever missed, and forever be cherished in our memories.