New Neighbors

Brock (the guy next door) went to

Costa Rica for the week last week.

While he was gone, I got to take care

(ok, dump feed over the fence)

of his 2 goats and donkey.

We call the donkey Snickers because

he hasn't ever mastered the art of

doing the donkey noise.

And we call the goats Goats.

They have names, but they are silly.

The girl is Lolly and the boy is Pop.

Yeah, we call them Goats.

This is Snickers.

He has a name.

But I can never remember it.

Years ago Kyle named him Snickers.

Everyone in the neighborhood calls him that.

Except Brock.

He calls him..... whatever. Nino? Maybe?

Anyhow.

Last week up at the ranch, when the vet

was there and we were working all the

cows anyway, we pulled off two nice

looking little heifers.

And Kyle sold them to Brock.

Kyle brought them down on Thursday

and we put them in the pasture with

the donkey and goats.

We were glad Brock was out of town

because the donkey wasn't pleased.

He chased them all over.

We were afraid the cows were going to

just jump the fence and head for the hills.

But after a couple of hours,

everybody chilled out.

They stick right together at all times.

And sometimes moooo at our cows through

the fence. (There is an alley between them

so they can't actually get very close...)

But they have settled in.

I can still see you!

Brock came back today and was very happy

with his two new little girls.

Here's to a happy new life and maybeeee

Mommy-hood.