A very grey still morning when we went up to trim the flight feathers off one of Grace's wings. This is in an attempt to keep her in the two fields nearest to the barn, as she has a predeliction for the far field when her Mum was taken by the fox last week.
She behaved very well, with no hissing, and should now be practically flightless.
I tried to take some photographs of my goats, Betsy and Basil, but they were more interested in their food trough. Here they are last year with some of my laying hens.
Betsy and Basil became parents in May when they had Archie, who was the most beautiful and happy little goat. Sadly, something, we never found out what, killed Archie last summer. A very sad day.
Archie was the sweetest little goat and whenever I sat down up on the field he jumped on my lap to cuddle down - he was perhaps more like a dog than a goat. It's very strange but I'm afraid a lot of my animals have lipstick marks on their heads!
Welcome to Blotanical! I enjoyed reading your post. i am so sorry about Archie; he was very cute. The setting you live in seems idyllic. i look forward to your future posts!
ReplyDeleteThanks for the welcome and your comments. It certainly seems to me that I live in a lovely place. It's very quiet, which I love. I am often the only person in the village during the day as everyone except me works or goes to school. I am retired and enjoying every moment.
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