You know the old saying...... you have to go to the mountain because the mountain won't come to you? (or something like that)..... well, I'm here to tell you, that is not always true.

As my fans know, goats love to eat trees.  I started eating trees as a little bugger... I've always loved to climb... but some trees are just too tall to reach:

Well, after much schmoozing, I convinced the builder to cut down one of the really really tall black birch trees in our pasture

Don't worry - the baby goat wasn't IN the tree when he cut it down, we were all safely locked up in our barn when Norman and I heard this giant CRAACCKKK!

So now we have this humungo tree to eat.  We are SO happy!

So, as you can see, we're pretty busy around here.  When we are done cleaning up this tree, the builder plans to drag it up to the landing above our pasture, and when he gets his band saw mill he'll cut it into lumber so he can build more stuff... that's what he's about, that builder.  It's a good thing he is a good builder.  He was in a fleece contest over the weekend, and he only came in second,

So, that's it for this edition of Frankly speaking.  Thanks for reading...... if you'll excuse me, I have work to do