Here is Farmer Tracy (the goat breeder). She is saying 'Goodbye' to Padraig. She said the brown/black goats are the "spunky" ones! We are seeing that as well!
Here is me and Ciaran in the back of the "Goat Mobile" (a.k.a. our mini-van). He is mid- "maaaaaaaaa"
Our "Goat Mobile" carried one Farmer J, me, JJ, Pickle, Ciaran, Padraig, two bales of straw and one bale of hay! I wanted J to stop at a garage sale (that we saw on the way to the goat farm) on the way home...but realized a few minutes into the journey that pulling up to the garage sale (in a very fancy neighborhood) in our "Goat Mobile" might not be a good idea. Right after J took this photo-- Padraig tried to jump out of the van. J, with his quick ninja reflexes, caught Padraig in one hand- while holding our pricey camera in the other! We were all impressed!
The baby goats new home (in the lower part of the barn.) The barn hasn't had animals in it for quite awhile. The straw (from their home farm) made for a cozy and comforting "home away from home."
Farmer J is just finishing up some handy work on the fence. Chicken wire had to be put around the entire perimeter of the pasture as the goats would easily fit underneath the wooden fence.
I'm giving Ciaran some more love. The goats are quite friendly. They do not bite or kick. They seem to like being held. At first, they ran away from us. But now they stay close by.
Here Farmer J has Padraig in a love 'head lock'. This little guy is a wild one... but he is coming around.
Here are the boys trying to catch Padraig. Good luck boys!
Today, I taught the boys that the goats will not run away, unless you chase them!
Awwwwww! Cute, little lads. We gave them Irish names to remind us of our memorable time in Ireland and because they were born in March. "Padraig" was a character's name from Ballykissangel (my all-time favorite BBC/Irish drama). In our first apartment together, J and I would watch the show on Sunday nights! "Padraig" is another version of "Patrick". "Ciaran" means "the little dark one". Smokey didn't stick as J and I kept calling the black goat "Ciaran." Now the boys call him "Ciaran" more than "Smokey".
Don't forget to shut the gate when you leave! Thanks to Mr. Jim for all the nice fence work!
On Sunday, we had Brad and Karina (my #1 blog fan) over for dinner! They brought us white tulips, as Karina lovingly recalled our recent anniversary (the bridesmaids carried white tulips), held together in a mason jar (perfect for a farmhouse) with that extra little touch of a green ribbon (as Karina knows how I love everything green --as the color reminds me of Ireland!) Very sweet!
Pickle took this picture of me and my flowers! Thanks Brad and Karina! We will call when it is time to go Morel hunting!
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