Frankly speaking ...... some bunny is pretty excited
Thank you for all the cards and letters inquiring as to my health; I am healing up nicely, thank you... the cloud is beginning to lift from my eye and soon I'll be just as handsome as ever (was there any doubt?)
My Portrait. I know. I know. I'm awesome.
Anyway, this past weekend, the wench took a few of the angora bunnies and went to the North Carolina State Rabbit convention. The girls reported back this morning that they did ok; they were cramped in their carriers from Friday until Sunday, and handled by Judges, poked at by strangers and generally adored and admired, and Lillianna may have earned her grand champion status. If that's the case, then she can retire and have babies instead of going to shows. Here they are getting ready for the big weekend:
That Eva is such a ham. Lillianna is hiding next to Creme Brulee, and Obsidian is on the right. Judges had nice things to say about them. Once the whole grand champion thing is finalized and official, we will add her to the Mountain Top Fibers Hall of fame. First we have to get the Hall of Fame up and running. hahahah.
Three American Chinchillas went to the show too, and Rockstar and Anne Hibbins earned their championships, as well. We do appreciate the American Chins here at Mountain Top Fibers, even though they are not fiber animals, they "technically" are meat rabbits and so the line is drawn between fiber and meat, and no one would ever think to eat a goat around here. Good thing.
The beautiful North Carolina sun is shining today and we are all outside playing on the mountain, having a good time and growing our fiber.
I'll check back with you later this week. Thanks for reading Frankly Speaking. I know how you all look forward to these little missives.
ARGGH tis a pirate goat I'll be!
Well, I know I promised you some pictures, but there has been some excitement around here lately. As you know, the barn does revolve around me and if for any reason I'm not at the top of my game, the world stops.
Last week I started to get a twitch in my eye, like something wasn't just right. Mom (a/k/a the hay wench, it just doesn't feel right calling her 'mom' after all, April was my real mom) flushed my eye with warm water for a couple of days but then it really started to hurt. It got runny and pretty swollen and so today, the wench called the vet.
It could be two things, so they wanted to take a look at my eye. Dad (who I will now call "the builder" because he is always building something, usually a barn for me to live in) brought down the CR-v. (it's a good thing they didn't try to make me ride in that crummy old van) and the wench got out the frosted mini wheats, trying to entice me into the back, where there were towels and hay and other things to make me comfortable. Of course I played hard to get. Pretty soon the builder came and helped me into the back of the CR-v and off we went to town.
I caused quite the stir at the Twin Oaks Veterinary Hospital. All of the ladies came over to ooh and aah about what a beautiful and handsome goat I am (we knew that). One guy thought I was a dog. The wench told him I was a horned dog. She thinks she's funny.
In any event, they gave me a shot and some ointment for my eye, and even though I wanted an eye patch, I didn't get one. But, I thought you'd like to see me with the patch on anyway!!!
and so, now I have to have two more shots and ointment in my eye twice a day. I should be good as new soon. I'll keep you posted!
Frankly speaking
My career as a fiber goat has been enjoyable so far, but I think it is time to expand my horizons just a little, and so I've decided to take up blogging about farm life. I hope that my many fans will continue to inquire as to my health and happiness, and now there is a way for y'all (I'm a southern goat now) to keep up with what's happenin with Clems Critters.
For those who don't know me or are not personally acquainted, a little background: I was born at the Warm and Wooly farm in Verona, NY and came to live with the Clemens' when I was about six months old. I have been the undisputed king of the farm ever since. I was named Frankie because I have the most amazing blue eyes. There is also someone else in mom's life named Frank, so when I am an old goat, they will continue to call me Frankie after him (I have not had the pleasure of meeting that other Frank). There are other goats, who I will introduce you to as this blog progresses, oh, and sheep, too, and angora rabbits. You'll get to meet them all as we go along, but just remember, it's all about me. Frankie. I'm the king of the farm. and don't forget it. okay?
Anyway, we all moved to North Carolina in 2010 when mom and dad retired, and it has been an adventure. Now we are all working for Mountain Top Fibers and our fleeces are being made into yarn and everything! pretty exciting stuff.
I am hoping to report periodically to bring everyone up to date about what goes on at the farm. If you look at the avatar on the left, that's me, in cartoon form, in the middle. I AM the balancing factor of this place. Everything revolves around me. Just so we're straight on that fact.
Gotta jet. It's time for me to eat and that is a pretty important part of the day. I'll get some pictures of the crew (and of me, of course) and put them up later today! Thanks for reading Frankly speaking.
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