Yes, that's exactly what I mean, we've got two new kids around here. Meet Moxie and Mosley. When we got married, I made Danny promise we'd get back to Maine. That day could still happen, but definitely not for our 5th anniversary like we originally planned, so he got me two goats instead. I've always wanted a goat ever since I was a toddler and I finally have one! The thing is, goats are herd animals, so since we didn't have a buddy for one, we had to get two. We picked the names after things that had to do with our honeymoon to Maine. Moxie - Maine's soda that they think is amazing. We didn't agree but the name was cute. Mosley - After the Mosley Inn which is one of the places we stayed. Moxie is a doe and Mosley is a whether (that's a girl and fixed boy for all you city folk) and they got to come home as a early anniversary gift on Danny's birthday. Just what he wanted, two goats. We loaded a sleepy baby in the car with a cup of oatmeal for him and a cage in the back for goats and headed to Bellefontaine to get our little twins. Once I told baby the goats were trying to tell him stories he wasn't scared at all and was having his own little conversation with them on the way home. They're living in the cat shed (now goat shed), which is really more goat size and the cats seem to prefer living under the chicken coop anyways. I'm sure in the winter we may find the goats and kitties all snuggling together, but Peggy Sue, our chicken, ripped some of Pickles fur out the other day for no reason, so it doesn't look like the cats will be sleeping with the chickens. We absolutely love our litte goats and little Danny loved trying to show them around their new home. He doesn't understand that they don't really obey like a dog and he is always patting his legs trying to get them to come play or showing them how to stomp their feet. He loves it when they jump and is always trying to teach them how. He also loves to get them to sit on the bench. They really do like the bench. It's fun to see them yelling through their window in the morning and they are definitely attached to husband Danny, crying when he leaves and following him everywhere. They like following baby too, which he gets the biggest kick out of and they even chase the four wheeler with the dogs, although I think it's more out of separation anxiety than fun. Mosley is the baby, crying whenever Moxie is picked up or out of sight. To get him to come you just grab Moxie and he will be following behind screaming. He's also the escape artist, usually being the first out of the pen and then is upset Moxie is on the other side. I warned Danny goats always escape, but he said he'd take on the challenge. Right now I think the goats are winning. We let them run free when we're home, which means they're usually sleeping on the back step hoping to sneak inside (it's already happened a few times,) in the garage cleaning cut grass off the mower, or asleep on the bench. They think they're out once they're out of their pen so they don't care to escape through the actual fence. Harvey and Elmer are finally learning to play nicely. At first, both of the dogs thought we brought them toys to chase and needed some training, but everyone seems to be getting along well now. We've all been pleasantly surprised how much fun the goats are and we're all getting plenty of entertainment from them. This is it for animals here. We still are city folk enough to not like sharing our yard with too many critters. 2 Dogs, 3 cats, 18 chickens, and 2 goats; I think we're good.
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All the kittens have moved on to new homes except one, little Porky. Since baby so loved his kittens we decided to keep one for him to play with. Of the four kittens we had three identical males that were almost all grey, except for two while spots, and then one calico girl that looked like our Petunia. Danny loved hugging them and finally got his courage up again to hold them after accidentally dropping one weeks ago and having it cling to his shirt. The kittens began exploring and decided to live under the coop. In fear they'd become feral and we'd never get rid of them, I set traps and trapped them all. In the process of the loose kitties, the dogs and baby loved running around the coop trying to find them. After the sheepdog running off with the trap and catching a chicken, we finally caught all three. The girl was the spunkiest and thankfully moved on first. I was worried she was going to go out on the road. She's living the life as a adored house cat. The other two boys went to my inlaws which I'm sure will be fun for Danny to be able to go and visit. He was enjoying feeding them when they moved to their new place. So now we have little Porky running around here. Danny and the dogs love searching for the kitten, which is usually hiding somewhere under or around the coop. I crack up every time I turn around to see them all butts up looking under the coop together. Danny cups his hands under his chin when he's trying to look or intently listen for something. It is the sweetest little face, but he of course won't ever replicate it on demand but I at least captured some glimpses of it. Once Harvey is in little Porky will venture out, playing with Polly or the bushes close by.
Our chicken tractor isn't the normal type you'd see on a farm, but baby has his own creative little mind and decided his new friends were the perfect size for a ride along. Yep, we have more chicks. All the books said that keeping chickens was addicting and to expect to have more than you originally planned. I guess they were right. We got 20 free chicks from Danny's Bible study teacher that were hatched by a local second grade class. After getting some fun time in school, I got the call that the chicks were ready to move out. The Rhode Island Reds were passed on already and I've been slowly giving away a few more here and there. The rest of them should all lay blue eggs so I'm happy to have a few more of them. The chicks are pretty big, already getting their wing feathers, and the boys love visiting them and it provides some welcome baby entertainment during the week. Danny is either begging to go down and see them in the basement, or peeping to them from upstairs. Occasionally we bring a few up for a play date and of course baby took it to a whole new level of cute and ran and got his tractor. By now they've quit trying to escape and just go along for the ride. I can't get over the cuteness.
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