Thursday, November 26, 2009
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Butter Bean
Butter Bean is goatie #1.
Don't let yourself be fooled by his cute little goatie face.He knows he is cute and uses it to get away with all sorts of mischief.
Look at him gnaw all over my britches leg.He left cud smelling slobber all over them.OK,maybe not all over since he is only knee high!
I do not know what he hopes to accomplish by nibbling off my pants leg.Maybe he thinks I have tasty leg stubble growing underneath?
When he realizes I am aware of his sneak attack he just looks up innocently,using his all powerful cuteness to woo me!
Yeah...it worked.Really, how could anyone resist that face!
In case anyone out there doesn't know Butter Bean has his own blog A Day in the Life of Da Bean.The Boy types it for him because it is hard to type with hooves!
Don't let yourself be fooled by his cute little goatie face.He knows he is cute and uses it to get away with all sorts of mischief.
Look at him gnaw all over my britches leg.He left cud smelling slobber all over them.OK,maybe not all over since he is only knee high!
I do not know what he hopes to accomplish by nibbling off my pants leg.Maybe he thinks I have tasty leg stubble growing underneath?
When he realizes I am aware of his sneak attack he just looks up innocently,using his all powerful cuteness to woo me!
Yeah...it worked.Really, how could anyone resist that face!
In case anyone out there doesn't know Butter Bean has his own blog A Day in the Life of Da Bean.The Boy types it for him because it is hard to type with hooves!
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Goatie Goat Updates
It has been awhile since I have posted about our goatie goats so I thought I would give everyone an update .
Butter Bean and Nibbles love The Boy! Any time he is around they are all over him like dogs!They want pettin' and scratchin' and to be in his lap.They were bottle babies and you can tell a difference in them and the other goats for sure.Not only are they extremely affectionate,they are bad and mischievous!
Nibbles is the worse, she lives to squeeze out the gate every time one of us come through it,then run around like a chicken with her head cut off! Feeding time is like trying to tag team wrestle.The two of them see you coming with that feed bucket and it is like a bell rang in their heads to start a cage match!
I am glad Butter Bean is a weather because this Fall he came into rut and was horrible! I can not imagine what the little toot would have been like if he still had ...money in his coin purse.He was after Doodah constantly,and she wasn't even in heat! Her luscious booty drove him crazy! He was relentless,we had to separate them! Every time I saw him after her the "I Like Big Butts" song played in my head!Doodah is bigger than him.
We love these crazy little goats! Here he is giving us "the goat eye"!
He is the only goatie that turns his head around to look at things,he does it real slow,it is silly looking!
Nibbles is also jealous of little Sweet Pea, who lives up to her name.She is just the sweetest little thing,wants petting all the time,but Nibbles likes to chase her off so she can get all the scratchins'.
You can see how big she is getting.I think The Boy is going to pop before Sweet Pea does.He is for sure we were giving the wrong due date and she is going to have her babies sooner!It is worse than waiting to open Christmas presents!
I have to admit,I am more than a little excited about babies myself!
Doodah has officially had a date night! Things are so much quieter when they get a date night! Last time she was in the mood we didn't let her visit Mr.Tumnus.You would have thought the Banshee was a visiting!The wailing and moaning,geesh!
I don't know if she is passed out or pigging out here !
She is defiantly eating in this one!
Doodah is great goatie.She is friendly and well behaved unlike the before mentioned heathens!
Guinness is still a little standoffish.Here she is mid-cud chew.
She will come up to see if you have anything for her to eat,but doesn't like scratchins'.All in all she is a well behaved goat,never acting bad.The Boy is a little disappointed because he wants all the goaties to be like Butter Bean and Nibbles!He thinks he will win over Guinness though, with a little time and patience.
Last but not least Mr.Tumnus.Here he is in the wheelbarrow,the boy was cleaning out their houses and he had to check it out.Usually, it is Nibbles the Mischievous who dumps over the wheelbarrow!
I love his color.He also does not like to be scratched.He is not mean or aggressive and comes right up to us.
I can not wait to see what kind of babies he makes with our girls.We will see in the Spring! So there you have,the official goatie goat update!
Butter Bean and Nibbles love The Boy! Any time he is around they are all over him like dogs!They want pettin' and scratchin' and to be in his lap.They were bottle babies and you can tell a difference in them and the other goats for sure.Not only are they extremely affectionate,they are bad and mischievous!
Nibbles is the worse, she lives to squeeze out the gate every time one of us come through it,then run around like a chicken with her head cut off! Feeding time is like trying to tag team wrestle.The two of them see you coming with that feed bucket and it is like a bell rang in their heads to start a cage match!
I am glad Butter Bean is a weather because this Fall he came into rut and was horrible! I can not imagine what the little toot would have been like if he still had ...money in his coin purse.He was after Doodah constantly,and she wasn't even in heat! Her luscious booty drove him crazy! He was relentless,we had to separate them! Every time I saw him after her the "I Like Big Butts" song played in my head!Doodah is bigger than him.
We love these crazy little goats! Here he is giving us "the goat eye"!
He is the only goatie that turns his head around to look at things,he does it real slow,it is silly looking!
Nibbles is also jealous of little Sweet Pea, who lives up to her name.She is just the sweetest little thing,wants petting all the time,but Nibbles likes to chase her off so she can get all the scratchins'.
You can see how big she is getting.I think The Boy is going to pop before Sweet Pea does.He is for sure we were giving the wrong due date and she is going to have her babies sooner!It is worse than waiting to open Christmas presents!
I have to admit,I am more than a little excited about babies myself!
Doodah has officially had a date night! Things are so much quieter when they get a date night! Last time she was in the mood we didn't let her visit Mr.Tumnus.You would have thought the Banshee was a visiting!The wailing and moaning,geesh!
I don't know if she is passed out or pigging out here !
She is defiantly eating in this one!
Doodah is great goatie.She is friendly and well behaved unlike the before mentioned heathens!
Guinness is still a little standoffish.Here she is mid-cud chew.
She will come up to see if you have anything for her to eat,but doesn't like scratchins'.All in all she is a well behaved goat,never acting bad.The Boy is a little disappointed because he wants all the goaties to be like Butter Bean and Nibbles!He thinks he will win over Guinness though, with a little time and patience.
Last but not least Mr.Tumnus.Here he is in the wheelbarrow,the boy was cleaning out their houses and he had to check it out.Usually, it is Nibbles the Mischievous who dumps over the wheelbarrow!
I love his color.He also does not like to be scratched.He is not mean or aggressive and comes right up to us.
I can not wait to see what kind of babies he makes with our girls.We will see in the Spring! So there you have,the official goatie goat update!
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Weenie Roast
This is Weenie roasting herself!
It's the time of year when most folks houses smell like cinnamon,fresh baked goodies and holiday scents.Not my house.Nope. You walk in my door and smell gently roasting dog! You other pet people know what I am talking about.No matter if they just had a bath, 10 minutes next to and open flame and it bakes out that doggie essence!
Ignore the no trim along the floor and cables and chords running all over.We put the floor down over a year ago and bought some nice wide old fashioned looking trim to go along the wall.Hubby still has yet to do it!Not that he hasn't been doing anything else,he works constantly.He just has problems finishing things completely,because there is always so much to do and if it is "good enough"he moves on.If only one person is like this it can be OK,but,I must confess,I have trouble finishing things too.I have umpteen craft projects started,three different paint schemes on the porch and the kitchen too.
Anyway,back to Weenie.I know, we were real creative with her name.She is weenie dog mixed with something unknown.Actually, we theorize, she was some other small dog that ate a weenie dog whole and it is living inside her giving her an odd,slightly weenie dog appearance.If you knew this dog that would make prefect sense.She has a deep,deep desire to kill.Weenie dogs were originally bred to kill badgers.She only has access to her back yard and the house,so her murderous tirades are limited to lizards,butterflies, clumsy squirrels,baby birds,wandering rabbits,stray chickens.....Why do we keep such an unappealing dog you may ask.Because The Boy loves her.Where we lived before,there was a housing addition being built not far away.This one,um.. ding bat, yes, that is a family friendly word, family adopted Weenie as a puppy, brought her home and promptly threw her out in an unfenced yard and expected her to stay there.Well she made her way over to our house.The Boy was 5.We were in the back yard and he sees something wiggling in the weeds and being a boy,quickly runs over to poke at it.Then I hear in a voice so joyous,as if he had found a pot of gold,"Momma! Look ! It's a baby weenie dog!"
You would've thought it had fallen straight down from heaven sent from the Good Lord Himself!
My first response,as I think all mom's would be was ,"Don't touch it, it may bite!"
Too late.He had touched it.Every mom knows,once they touch it trying to get rid of it is going to mean tears and fit throwing! Actually,The Boy never threw fits.He was as near perfect as a child could be, still is.Don't think I am just one of those moms,who think their child walks on water.I know he is not really perfect ,but he is a really good kid.
I tell him we have to try and find it's owners.No luck.Then a week later the ding bats show up and claim it,um..I mean her.They take her home and throw her right back out in the unfenced yard.In all of about 3 minutes she is back at our house.I have The Boy take her back,she beat him home.After about 2 weeks of this I decide enough is enough and she is our dog,'cause I needed another dog like I needed a hole in my head! They never came looking for her after that first time and that was only because we left a note on their door.
We already had Rascal,but Weenie was extremely playful and loyal to The Boy.What every only child-boy needs.We had to be careful because she couldn't tell when we were rough housing and would try and protect him from us!
It isn't long before The Boy tells me Weenie has a bald spot.If you have ever had a dog with mange you recognize it right away.Terrific!I take her to the vet,get the medicine and start the long treatment.By the time the medicine overtook the mange Weenie looked like some deranged mutant Yoda! Did I mention how bad dogs with mange stink! What I do for that Boy!Then when she is done with that and reasonably hairy again I get her spayed.There is no way the ding bats are getting her back now.Not that they ever tried.I dislike people like that.
Even though Weenie is a few years younger than Rascal,she looks and seems older.She has had many names over the years,Meanie-Weenie,Queenie-Weenie ,Dog with the Evil Tail.Our theory was only her tail was bad and it made her do bad things! These days she is Weenie Gray Beard.Her whole chin is gray.She is plump,sometimes when she lays on her side her legs no longer touch.Instead of spending her days patrolling the back yard like a maniac for intruders,lizards and squirrels,she naps under my bed.If the weather is cool she will lay on the back porch and, if we come out,will make a token effort at chasing some invisible critter from the yard as to show us she is still on the job.I figure she still has some time with us but is is sad how fast the little evil tailed dog has slowed down.My boy's childhood companion.The dog that took every step by his side,protected him from the booger man and went on every make believe adventure.She still has the energy to come running when he calls and play for awhile.Although,it usually ends with her panting in the corner taking a rest.She is not decrepit yet,but just like I can see the day when The Boy is no longer here,the day that makes me misty eyed,I can see also we will be without our mean little mutt.Seems like yesterday they were both just pups.Not to sound too much like an old fogey,where does the time go?
The Boy realizes she is slowing down.Just yesterday he had said it was too bad that dogs don't live as long as their owners.A child's way of saying he is going to miss her one day.
The Boy is going to be 13 in a few months.Teenager.That doesn't bother me,he is a good kid.It makes me realize my time is growing short.I have only 4 or 5 years left before he starts his life on his own.Of course that is my goal as a mother,to have him ready to have a life of his own,but still...he is my only one.Gosh, I must be hormonal today! I started this post talking about the roasted dog smell and got to pre-emty nest syndrome! I miss a few days blogging and my mind apparently is like a derailed train! Oh well.......change of subject before I have to cry. Have you started your Christmas shopping yet?
It's the time of year when most folks houses smell like cinnamon,fresh baked goodies and holiday scents.Not my house.Nope. You walk in my door and smell gently roasting dog! You other pet people know what I am talking about.No matter if they just had a bath, 10 minutes next to and open flame and it bakes out that doggie essence!
Ignore the no trim along the floor and cables and chords running all over.We put the floor down over a year ago and bought some nice wide old fashioned looking trim to go along the wall.Hubby still has yet to do it!Not that he hasn't been doing anything else,he works constantly.He just has problems finishing things completely,because there is always so much to do and if it is "good enough"he moves on.If only one person is like this it can be OK,but,I must confess,I have trouble finishing things too.I have umpteen craft projects started,three different paint schemes on the porch and the kitchen too.
Anyway,back to Weenie.I know, we were real creative with her name.She is weenie dog mixed with something unknown.Actually, we theorize, she was some other small dog that ate a weenie dog whole and it is living inside her giving her an odd,slightly weenie dog appearance.If you knew this dog that would make prefect sense.She has a deep,deep desire to kill.Weenie dogs were originally bred to kill badgers.She only has access to her back yard and the house,so her murderous tirades are limited to lizards,butterflies, clumsy squirrels,baby birds,wandering rabbits,stray chickens.....Why do we keep such an unappealing dog you may ask.Because The Boy loves her.Where we lived before,there was a housing addition being built not far away.This one,um.. ding bat, yes, that is a family friendly word, family adopted Weenie as a puppy, brought her home and promptly threw her out in an unfenced yard and expected her to stay there.Well she made her way over to our house.The Boy was 5.We were in the back yard and he sees something wiggling in the weeds and being a boy,quickly runs over to poke at it.Then I hear in a voice so joyous,as if he had found a pot of gold,"Momma! Look ! It's a baby weenie dog!"
You would've thought it had fallen straight down from heaven sent from the Good Lord Himself!
My first response,as I think all mom's would be was ,"Don't touch it, it may bite!"
Too late.He had touched it.Every mom knows,once they touch it trying to get rid of it is going to mean tears and fit throwing! Actually,The Boy never threw fits.He was as near perfect as a child could be, still is.Don't think I am just one of those moms,who think their child walks on water.I know he is not really perfect ,but he is a really good kid.
I tell him we have to try and find it's owners.No luck.Then a week later the ding bats show up and claim it,um..I mean her.They take her home and throw her right back out in the unfenced yard.In all of about 3 minutes she is back at our house.I have The Boy take her back,she beat him home.After about 2 weeks of this I decide enough is enough and she is our dog,'cause I needed another dog like I needed a hole in my head! They never came looking for her after that first time and that was only because we left a note on their door.
We already had Rascal,but Weenie was extremely playful and loyal to The Boy.What every only child-boy needs.We had to be careful because she couldn't tell when we were rough housing and would try and protect him from us!
It isn't long before The Boy tells me Weenie has a bald spot.If you have ever had a dog with mange you recognize it right away.Terrific!I take her to the vet,get the medicine and start the long treatment.By the time the medicine overtook the mange Weenie looked like some deranged mutant Yoda! Did I mention how bad dogs with mange stink! What I do for that Boy!Then when she is done with that and reasonably hairy again I get her spayed.There is no way the ding bats are getting her back now.Not that they ever tried.I dislike people like that.
Even though Weenie is a few years younger than Rascal,she looks and seems older.She has had many names over the years,Meanie-Weenie,Queenie-Weenie ,Dog with the Evil Tail.Our theory was only her tail was bad and it made her do bad things! These days she is Weenie Gray Beard.Her whole chin is gray.She is plump,sometimes when she lays on her side her legs no longer touch.Instead of spending her days patrolling the back yard like a maniac for intruders,lizards and squirrels,she naps under my bed.If the weather is cool she will lay on the back porch and, if we come out,will make a token effort at chasing some invisible critter from the yard as to show us she is still on the job.I figure she still has some time with us but is is sad how fast the little evil tailed dog has slowed down.My boy's childhood companion.The dog that took every step by his side,protected him from the booger man and went on every make believe adventure.She still has the energy to come running when he calls and play for awhile.Although,it usually ends with her panting in the corner taking a rest.She is not decrepit yet,but just like I can see the day when The Boy is no longer here,the day that makes me misty eyed,I can see also we will be without our mean little mutt.Seems like yesterday they were both just pups.Not to sound too much like an old fogey,where does the time go?
The Boy realizes she is slowing down.Just yesterday he had said it was too bad that dogs don't live as long as their owners.A child's way of saying he is going to miss her one day.
The Boy is going to be 13 in a few months.Teenager.That doesn't bother me,he is a good kid.It makes me realize my time is growing short.I have only 4 or 5 years left before he starts his life on his own.Of course that is my goal as a mother,to have him ready to have a life of his own,but still...he is my only one.Gosh, I must be hormonal today! I started this post talking about the roasted dog smell and got to pre-emty nest syndrome! I miss a few days blogging and my mind apparently is like a derailed train! Oh well.......change of subject before I have to cry. Have you started your Christmas shopping yet?
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Throwback Thursday
Today I am only going back a little way,to after hurricane Ike.
These are some photos of what it looked like around here after it passed through.These trees were huge,the pictures don't capture how big they really were.So I put in ones with The Boy standing next to them.I painted him on a shirt! He would be mortified if I put a picture of him on here with out a shirt on!
I miss this tree.It was getting rotten so I am not surprised it fell.It's not the tree itself I miss, it was ugly.I miss the red headed woodpeckers that always lived there.They would come and eat suet from my feeder and take back a beakful back to their nest.
That roof did not get smashed,it was already laying there.That is the roof we recycled.
We are nowhere near the coast.We are 112 mile driving distance from Galveston.
This was one of my favorite trees,I was sad to find it was not strong enough.
This was the Boys tree house,which is now recycled into the turkey coop.These are just huge limbs on it, not trees.
I am so thankful one of these trees did not fall on our house.We have a huge one that leans towards the back of the house,if it fell it would get most of the house.
Most everything is cleaned up now.There are a few big logs and a few stumps,but the scars on the land are still visible if you know what to look for.Me and The Boy road this hurricane out by ourselves.Hubby made it home a few days later.We lived in Pensacola when Hubby was in the Navy.There we went through a couple of small hurricanes, in a mobile home no less!They were nothing.This was scary.I can not imagine having been closer to the coast and riding this out! Lots of folks did though ! So, there you have it! This probably set us back 6 months working on our place,but we were all OK and we didn't have anything significant smashed.I say we did pretty good!
These are some photos of what it looked like around here after it passed through.These trees were huge,the pictures don't capture how big they really were.So I put in ones with The Boy standing next to them.I painted him on a shirt! He would be mortified if I put a picture of him on here with out a shirt on!
I miss this tree.It was getting rotten so I am not surprised it fell.It's not the tree itself I miss, it was ugly.I miss the red headed woodpeckers that always lived there.They would come and eat suet from my feeder and take back a beakful back to their nest.
That roof did not get smashed,it was already laying there.That is the roof we recycled.
We are nowhere near the coast.We are 112 mile driving distance from Galveston.
This was one of my favorite trees,I was sad to find it was not strong enough.
This was the Boys tree house,which is now recycled into the turkey coop.These are just huge limbs on it, not trees.
I am so thankful one of these trees did not fall on our house.We have a huge one that leans towards the back of the house,if it fell it would get most of the house.
Most everything is cleaned up now.There are a few big logs and a few stumps,but the scars on the land are still visible if you know what to look for.Me and The Boy road this hurricane out by ourselves.Hubby made it home a few days later.We lived in Pensacola when Hubby was in the Navy.There we went through a couple of small hurricanes, in a mobile home no less!They were nothing.This was scary.I can not imagine having been closer to the coast and riding this out! Lots of folks did though ! So, there you have it! This probably set us back 6 months working on our place,but we were all OK and we didn't have anything significant smashed.I say we did pretty good!
Monday, November 16, 2009
More Turkeys Pictures !!!!
The boys finally decided to start showing off !
I have been waiting ever since they got their freedom to get a fluffy turkey shot.
I think they knew.This whole time they were teasing me.They would halfway raise their feathers,just enough to get me all excited and ready with my camera,only to deflate themselves again.I was turkey teased!
We got a cool front in this morning,I don't know if that made them feel frisky,but all they have done this morning is regally fluff out their lovely feathers.It worked,because I am in love with them! Really, who couldn't love this face?
Their tail tips are a little ragged from rubbing against the wire in the coop,but still they are gorgeous don't you think?
Did you know Bourbon Reds are not only good looking they were rated the second tastiest of all turkeys?Yep,good looking and tasty...
It's a win win,.....well,for me anyways!
I have been waiting ever since they got their freedom to get a fluffy turkey shot.
I think they knew.This whole time they were teasing me.They would halfway raise their feathers,just enough to get me all excited and ready with my camera,only to deflate themselves again.I was turkey teased!
We got a cool front in this morning,I don't know if that made them feel frisky,but all they have done this morning is regally fluff out their lovely feathers.It worked,because I am in love with them! Really, who couldn't love this face?
Their tail tips are a little ragged from rubbing against the wire in the coop,but still they are gorgeous don't you think?
Did you know Bourbon Reds are not only good looking they were rated the second tastiest of all turkeys?Yep,good looking and tasty...
It's a win win,.....well,for me anyways!
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