It's time to trim the goats' hooves. I got the nippers and waited for the first
victim goat to jump in my lap. Bella, Bear and Thistle were all cuddled and clipped lickity-split.
Whiskey climbed up next.
He didn't want to leave, but Cowboy was ready for his turn. Cowboy is the shyest of our goats so I wanted to take advantage of his friendly frame of mind. I set Whiskey down and invited Cowboy up. He wasn't sure at first; but he quickly settled in for his trim.
Brett had a craving for spaghetti with meat sauce and I had plenty of tomatoes. The plants are still going gang busters.
Besides, he brought me flowers. Pour that man an extra big glass of wine!