Whenever Rustic Russ and I get a chance, we head out for a walk on our trails.
We enjoy visiting.
And hearing the latest news.
Berry Beary Blvd. is especially exciting in the fall.
Berries are bountiful and Zip always seems to scare up about a dozen “Pats”.
The other night she jumped for one as it flew up past her.
When she’s not startling the partridges, she “helps” pick berries.
Odd though, she never seems to have any to contribute to the cause.
This week, we saw the first evidence of winter approaching.
But for now, we will enjoy our snowless trails and quiet walks.
Until tomorrow ~ God willing,
Woodswoman
Our new little goat, Rachael, is fitting right in.
Upon bringing her home, both Rustic Russ and I began “talking” to her as her mother would.
Low, reassuring Baaaaa sounds.
Being a surrogate goat Mama and Papa comes in handy.
We call and she comes a runnin’.
She wants that “motherly” reassurance.
And that “fatherly” approval.
The only time she isn’t responding back, is when her little mouth is full.
Thank goodness she likes leaves, and not berries.
Not yet anyway.
At the end of the day, she must return to the company of other ruminants.
It’s only right.
Until tomorrow ~ gotta love those goats ~ God willing,
Woodswoman
