Transplanted City Girl

• Friday, April 14, 2006 - Wonderful Evenings.

We have had the most beautiful evenings here for the last few days.  A slight breeze, about 70 degrees after the sun goes down, it has been wonderful.  Wednesday evening Chris and I went for a bike ride to visit some friends, and we didn't get back home until almost midnight.  It was great.  We rode all around town and raced each other and laughed and laughed. Yesterday after Chris got home we went to look at a gun he's been wanting.  We took Shama with us, and after we got the gun then we went to Sonic to eat.  It was too hot to stay in the car, so we sat out on the curb and gave Shama french fries through the window.  But now there is doggy drool all over my car window.  The other mishap was that we had Shama out in the car, and Chris was waiting for me to finish filtering the milk.  Well, Wrangler realized his arch enemy was in the car, and they got in a "fight" through the window, and now the side of the car is all scratched up from Wrangler jumping and biting all over it.  Once we got home, then we still had to disbud Shadoe's kid, (who has been named Sprout) as he is now a week old.  I helped with it, because I do not want to just deal with the pleasant side of the animals: I want to know what the "ugly" side is like as well.  So I held my precious Sprout while Chris burned the horns off.  I almost cried, but I didn't actually.  Now my adorable white kid has two black holes burned into his skull.  Uggh.  He's back to normal now, I can touch his head and he doesn't flinch.  I have been very strict with my little Sprout: no jumping top say hello, no sucking on fingers, none of the cute stuff baby goats do.  But I let the other goats get away with it and they do not have manners of any type, and I want Sprout to be gentle and mannerly and trustworthy.  Besides, he is just so adorable anyway he doesn't need to be rude to be cute.  I haven't had to pull his ears once.  Yet. Well, enough about Sprout.  (I could talk about him forever!)  With Chris working 60+ hour weeks, I've been doing the morning milking so he can get some extra sleep.  I enjoy the milking, and after being really, really mean a few times, the nannies have learned that I do plan to milk them in the same order Chris does, and that I will not let them steal grain from each other.  It did take quite a bit of convincing, though.  None of the animals ever try to pull stuff off on Chris, yet they all run to the fence just so he will pet them when he's walking by.  I guess he inspires respect in animals, too.  Well, except for Shama.  He has a soft spot for that dog, and Shama can get away with SOOOOO much stuff.  All he has to do is look at Chris all sad and pleading.  It's hilarious. So much to talk about and nothing to say.  I hate that feeling.  I have another batch of cheese on the stove, I am slowly but surely catching up with our backlog of milk.  The baby is moving again, for a while she hardly moved.  It's hard to imagine I'll be 6 months along tomorrow.  Wow, time flies!  Bending over is getting harder and harder, I find myself bending to the side whenever I can.  I'm still trying to find the digital camera to get some pictures, but it has mysteriously, and thoroughly, disappeared. For all those involved or helping out with the next issue of Keepers, we need to get our articles underway and to start laying some groundwork plans.  Until Margaret comes back on board we can't do a whole lot, but anyone who is wanting to submit something, go right ahead.  And all officers, please write down/keep track of all questions, and all of your wonderful ideas.  We will need them!  Thanks for your patience as we get started, again.

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