Rocks and Goats

Brett moved a pile of rocks from the area where he now parks the horse trailer over close to the goat pen.  We needed three people to move the rocks into the pen.  Two people to move rocks and one to keep the goats occupied.  Thistle and Bear are easy to catch.  They follow us like dogs.  Whiskey can be a challenge and Cowboy is flat out impossible.

Cowboy, Bear, Thistle, Whiskey

I got diversion duty.  I took a container of Cheerios into the pen and sat on the backside of the shelter so they couldn't see the open gate.  The goats go nuts for Cheerios.  I put a pile on the ground on either side of me for Whiskey and Cowboy, Thistle ate out of my hand and Bear tried to shove his head in the container.

Brett and Camille got all the rocks moved into the pen and shut the gate.  They piled the rocks so the goats would have a playground toy.  The goats loved climbing on the boulders in their pen at Aspen Meadows and we feel badly that they don't have anything to climb on (except their igloo dog houses in the shelter) here.

They seemed more interested in rubbing their foreheads against the rocks than climbing.

Whiskey

Brett tried to convince Bear by lifting him up onto the rocks.

Bear was nonplussed.  It's raining again so they aren't venturing out of their shelter.  When the sun comes out we're hoping they start playing king of the hill.

Between the Raindrops

This morning the sun made a brief appearance while we were doing chores.  Canada geese were hanging out in the pasture with the donkeys, honking loudly.

I picked Camille up from the airport after breakfast.  Back home, we walked around the property with the dogs.  Camille checked out the tree house (full of wasp nests).

Later in the afternoon, Camille and I went for a hike in Sly Park.  We enjoyed the views of the snow capped mountains and the smell of wet Ponderosa pines until the rain became steady and turned into rice sized hail.

Camille helped Brett with the evening chores while I worked on dinner.  A symphony of frogs replaced the morning honking of geese.

Life is good.