Don’t faint! It’s only been a couple of months and here I am again. This could be because I’m getting better, or it could be because wench is waking up at 4 AM again (it’s a cycle). In any event, news and things going on at the farm are my responsibility to report, so here I am.

On the goat side of the farm, eight goats went to new homes over the summer and fall of 2021. Slapshot and Darla went to live over by Raleigh. Zorro, Cobalt and Whitman went to live with a nice lady in Tennessee, and Starla, Petunia and Tawny went to live on another farm in Tennessee.

This allows us to change stalls up. Bluebelle is now next door to me, and is enjoying getting her share of the grain each morning. Both she and I are gaining weight. Wench was shocked to see the amount of weight I had lost when shearing happened. Actually, I think she was jealous. She’d like to lose as much weight as I have, but, she does not have a personal chef, so there’s that. Apparently my personal chef was lacking. Now, I am getting supplements and they are working. I feel pretty good for an old goat.

Speaking of wench and her inadequacies, there are still two goats to shear and it’s DECEMBER. All I can say is it’s a good thing for global warming. sheesh! Hera and Ruthie still have their coats, and hopefully that will be taken care of this weekend. Once everyone is sheared, I think it would be a good idea to put all the smaller goats together in one stall and let the momma goats continue to gestate. That would be: Gracie, Carmella and Hera. Not sure about Greta and Bluebelle and Ruthie - doubt they are bred, but you never know, they could surprise us.

Casper, who I thought was rather frail when born, is growing like a weed. He has not caught up with Lightning McQueen yet (Carmella’s boy) or Juno (Hera’s girl) but is getting there. Pongo, Gracie’s other twin, is still rather frail, but beginning to come back from whatever was ailing him. Our next year kids will have a regular protocol for deworming, shots, creep feed, etc. to keep them from going down this frail rabbit hole.

Anyway, enough about wench and her failure to worship me adequately.

Our American Chins went to a show last week. Ragnar got a leg toward his grand champion, so that was good.

Other than that, not much going on here. Wench stays busy in her studio sewing and making things with wool; we stay busy making wool and fertilizer.

Hope your holidays are special. Thanks for reading Frankly speaking!