October Auroras

A hazy green fogged the Big Dipper at the twilight of a crisp fall night. Streaks of Red darted upward just on the edge of eyesight.

The word spread ’round the barnyard; from the ducks to the horse to the cat. The goats were too busy stuffing hay into their mouths to notice; adding to bellies already quite fat.

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Who’s Protecting Who?

     Some people just never outgrow some aspects of being a baby.

    There was once this little guy named Hornpipes, who I am sure you have heard of. He was once so cute and little, and now he’s a BIG weirdo, kinda cute but more of “what in the World is that?” He used to be practically pocket-sized and now pockets aren’t practical for him: if he had any pockets he would not be able to fill them for all the odd belly bulge he has. However he is still just a big baby.


Mister Festus, the Rooster, is really pushing his luck. I was crouched down filling water cans; with the little hose through the small door, coming from the water pump. I turned and leaned out the doorway more and hooked the hose to fill the heifers’ water tub. When I turned I heard that nasty Rooster start his commotion and squawking, heard crashing, and just as I came back in the doorway I got stampeded by a big, fat, four-year-old Pygmy Goat Kid….Hornpipes.

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Dainty Miss Mussette

Miss Mussette

     When we last left our Goatie Epic, Mister Hornpipes was adopted by that handsome, caring Sheltie Collie, Mister Bagpipes, and terrorizing, I mean living in the house.

     Meanwhile out in the barnyard, on another very cold below zero night, Cecil the Quarter Horse as the barnyard announcer ran ‘round announcing the birth of a new goatie kid, Mussette.

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Bagpipes and Hornpipes

Bagpipes and HornpipesLearning How to Eat Ice Cubes

     Milking that old crazy nanny goat was impossible, she was always flighty and now she was just plain crazy. So we had to feed the little guy cow’s milk using a small pop bottle with a very small nipple.
He found his voice soon enough and when he was hungry or had to go he’d let us know by screaming. Bagpipes went over to the barrel, budged it so it moved, and Hornpipes quit yelling and listened. Then Bagpipes went to the door, dinged his bell, and we let him outside. See when we first got Bagpipes we got a hunting dog bell and hung it on the door. Dad rang it once and let Bagpipes outside, and from then on he dings his bell to go out.
He was telling Hornpipes, ”Hey kid, when you want out, you just do this.” So we gave him one of Bagpipes’ other bells by tying it to a string and then tying the other end to a dowel rod that sat over the top of the barrel.

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