March came in like a lion. Then April came in like a lion. We ran out of firewood and almost ran out of propane. But sometime around the end of April, warm weather arrived! I got my shorts out, grass started coming in everywhere, and the goats enjoyed going out for daily walks!

Snowball is looking mighty round these days. As this photo was taken on April 29th, she’s still got about four weeks to go here. “Hang in there, girl! How many babies have you got in there anyway?”

Sadie’s kids are two weeks old here and happy to be bounding out on one of their first walks.

Skeeter did not accompany us on this walk and we wondered where she was. I hunted around and eventually discovered her hiding in the boys’ pen at the top of the hill with her two little kidlets. They weren’t quite old enough to be going afield with the herd so she took them to a warm, safe place where she could keep an eye on everyone from above. I think last year’s hard lesson with Butterfly has made Skeeter cautious this time around. When the herd goes anywhere near the horses, Skeeter hangs back and takes her kids the other way.

Little Ruby loves climbing on big, soft mama!

Diamond was born with one straight and one flop ear. I was desperately hoping they’d stay this way, but alas, I believe this was the last of her asymmetrical start. The right ear straightened out over the following weekend, never to flop again.

Sputnik has a certain noble air about him, doesn’t he?

There’s that flop ear again!

Sapphire and Ben Gunn enjoy a nap in the soft grass and warm sunshine.

Skeeter and her her two girls under the shade of the ol’ pine tree. Remember it? Skeeter’s mother Petunia played under this same tree. Funny to think that dear old Lilly was Ruby and Diamond’s great-grandmother. Goat generations go by very quickly.

For the first time since they were born, Skeeter allowed her little darlings to play with Sadie’s older kids. She was rather suspicious of the filthy little brats, but she recognized the practicality of allowing her kids to have friends and entertainment other than herself.

Big Ben Gunn meets Diamond… who looks almost exactly like his sister Sapphire. It’s seriously hard to tell those two girls apart now that the size gap is narrowing!

Diamond and Ruby.

One year ago today…

Yes, May 6th was the day our little Butterfly was shot down. I can’t believe it’s been a year. She recovered so well in the ensuing weeks and I can’t believe she’s living the good life out in Utah where she is flying again over the rock formations.

We had another perfect kidding today! Skeeter went into labor around 2:00, which was the nicest part of the day, and she popped those kids out in textbook form. The only help Phil and I had to give was to cheer her on! She kidded two healthy, strong, and beautifully marked girls! Sticking with the treasure theme, we’ve named them Ruby and Diamond.

Ruby came first with a very large rush of water, and once she was dry she weighed in at exactly 8 lbs. She’s a lovely two-tone chamoisee like her dad, Sonic.

Diamond came just moments later with barely a push from mama, and she weighed 7.5 lbs. Although her front is mostly white right now, Diamond will be colored a lot like her mom when she grows up.

What a sweet little kiss!

I took the new kids out for a little playtime in the fresh grass yesterday. It was a cold, but since the forecast said it would get colder during the weekend I figured I’d better get them out for some fresh air and what little sunshine we had. We still haven’t named them, but we’re working on it! They’re both so incredibly flashy!   

The little doeling’s ears stick up and the little buckling’s flop down. Actually, his right ear flopped down and his left ear stuck up for the first 24 hours, but now both are flopping down.

Our friend Diana came over with her daughter Emma to see the new babies.

Most of our boys claim no responsibility for any babies born here, but Sonic is an exception. He is fascinated by these kids and he seems to know that he is the proud father.

“That’s my boy!”

The 2021 Goat-O-Rama kidding season is off to a rip-roaring good start with Sadie delivering twins this afternoon in glorious textbook fashion. She waited until the sun was shining and it was the warmest part of the afternoon, she gave us plenty of warning so we could be there, and she plopped them out with minimal effort and no help needed. She gave us a lovely tri-colored doeling who looks almost exactly like Finn (no relation however), and then a flashy chestnut and white buckling. Both are exceptionally beautiful kids and they were up and running around in no time at all. Yay for a great start to the 2021 kidding season!!

More photos will no doubt be forthcoming tomorrow. But here is one to get you started:

Easter was a subdued event this year compared to pre-panpanic days, but at least we were able to do anything at all. Last year all festivities were canceled so we were happy to be able to participate in a slimmed-down Easter celebration. 

The kids always look forward to meeting our goats at the community Easter egg hunt, but this year the hunt was called off and replaced by a drive-thru distribution of Easter goodie bags. We filled Finn and Sputnik’s panniers with goodie bags and walked up to the cars to deliver them to the kids. We had fun decorating them for the occasion.    

Sputnik and Finn were very generous about reaching up to the car windows so the kids could lean out and pet their noses and feed them some treats that we brought. 

The other day on our walk I found a stray balloon in our pasture. I brought it home and showed it to the goats to see what they thought of it. Since I was handing out treats they didn’t pay much attention, but I soon realized I’d accidentally “fed” the string to Finn when I was giving him a cookie. He was chomping on the string and kind of eyeing the balloon suspiciously and I facetiously prodded the balloon with my toe to see what would happen. I was not prepared for the explosion which followed! 

When I got her she was an ethereal beauty and so I named her “Stardust”.

Turns out she is more “earthy” than ethereal so now I call her “Dusty”.

Also, she’s half Arabian, half Paint Horse. The first photo is of the Arabian half and the second photo is of the Paint Horse half.

In other news, our Christmas tree was demolished in short order. The goats thoroughly enjoyed every bite. This is what it looked like a day or so after we gave it to them:

Believe it or not, it is even MORE bare now!

Well, it was a good Christmas this year. We had one of the best trees ever. It was one we cut down when we first moved here, but that hadn’t discouraged it. Branches sprouted from the trunk and grew up full and tall. It was one of the only really healthy, green trees we found on our slope in this drought year. Most of our firs had a lot of brown and faded branches, but not this one! I love how it has two tops and it looks like our quetzal bird is perched in the smaller one. 

It looked magnificent in lights.

But all good things must come to an end. This tree was particularly healthy and we kept it all the way until January 25th–a world record in our house where trees are always gone about a week after New Years. But eventually it stopped drinking water and it was time for our tree to have new purpose… feeding a herd of hungry goats! 


Mmm…mmm! Sputnik approves!

It’s almost as much fun to strip the bark with horns as it is with teeth!

Queen Ziggy!


Told ya she was Queen! You can’t have a proper Christmas pageant without a Christmas Queen!

I know a lot of folks are happy to escort 2020 to the door, but Phil has been saying that 2021 will saunter in, look back at 2020 and say, “Here, hold my beer!”

The first week of 2021 certainly proved exciting for me! In almost 42 years of life I’ve never once had to visit the emergency room, so this past Thursday night was a momentous occasion.

What happened was this:

See this lovely, sweet, innocent creature?

His name is Pepperjack and he really is a very good horse. He turned two this past summer and I started riding him in October. He’s been as sweet and kind and obedient as any horse could possibly be and has never offered to misbehave. I’ve been riding him bareback in the cold weather because he has a lovely, wide, warm back with nicely padded withers. His spine is nestled down in a divot with large, soft rolls on either side. He’s the perfect bareback horse!

It was around 3:30 on Thursday and since I don’t feed until around 4:00 I thought I’d hop on for a quick jaunt. I have a long, sloped driveway and we were about 1/3 of the way down when Pepperjack started to trot. No big deal, but since he’s such a youngster he definitely has difficulty slowing down or stopping when he picks up speed on a downhill slope. I pulled back in hopes of slowing him before he got rolling too fast. Well, just at that moment my other horse Dusty, who was very angry to see us leave, took off with a tremendous, snow-flinging buck on the other side of the fence. It spooked Pepperjack and he bolted down the driveway. There wasn’t enough room to turn him in that narrow space between fences, and when I pulled on the reins, instead of gathering his weight onto his haunches, he just leaned on the bit for balance. Since I had no saddle and we were going downhill, every time I pulled on the reins I ended up pulling myself up toward Pepperjack’s neck, which threw his weight even further forward. Gripping tighter with my legs also made him run faster. It was a no-win situation. I was very worried about the patches of ice we had to cross. I didn’t move a muscle on the slick spots for fear of making him go down.

We were rapidly approaching the end of the driveway and I wasn’t sure what to do. If we went straight across the road we would hit the barbed wire fence. Our driveway has a bit of a left hook at the bottom so I figured our best bet would be to veer left and try to keep running up Clennin Road. If we could make the turn we’d have a level runway and even some slightly uphill road where we could recover our balance and hopefully stop. Also, Dusty wouldn’t be able to keep encouraging us to race because the bottom of our pasture has a lot of brush, rocks, and trees that would force her to slow down. I thought it was a good plan so I looked and leaned left in preparation for a sharp turn at high speed.

Problem was, Pepperjack didn’t get the memo. For one thing, he was on his right lead so he wasn’t really prepared for a sharp left turn. For another thing, there was a ditch of water at the bottom of our driveway which I think fixated his attention. Instead of turning, he kind of jolted in a straight line. It was too late for him to stop at the water, but it sure made him look and since by that time I was fully committed to a left-hand turn, I had no hope of staying with him. I flew off to the left and if I’d just let go I think it would have been an easy fall. I hit feet-first and rolled over, but unfortunately the accident didn’t end there. I was clutching my reins so tightly that I forgot to unclench my fists when I fell. Pepperjack kept running and I got dragged right underneath his flying hooves. My head and back got pummeled all over and unfortunately I got dragged primarily on my face like you see in the cartoons.

Pepperjack came to a screeching halt at the barbed wire fence about the same time that I remembered to let go of the reins. I was laying in the ditch on the opposite side of the road from where I’d fallen and I nervously took inventory. I felt pretty banged up–especially my head (thank goodness I was wearing my helmet!)–but I was alive, I was conscious, and nothing seemed to be broken. In fact, once I got up I was surprised to discover that I wasn’t seriously hurt at all except possibly my face. I was bleeding rather profusely from my left eye. When I forced it open I could still see but my vision was blurry (probably from all the blood I assured myself). I caught Pepperjack, who was standing next to me looking even more shaken up than I was. I believe both of us were thinking, “What the heck just happened?” I led him back to our driveway, scooped up a handful of snow, and plastered it over my bleeding face. The snow turned red almost instantly and I had to get a fresh scoop. In fact, I had to get several fresh scoops before the bleeding subsided.

I didn’t want this experience to be the one we ended with, and since I wasn’t seriously injured I hopped back on Pepperjack and we walked up the road a ways. He was a little rattled, but going on about our original business as though nothing interesting had just happened seemed to calm him down pretty quickly. I knew I needed to get home though. My left eye was rapidly swelling shut and there was still blood dripping from the corner. I rode back to the bottom of our driveway then got off so as to avoid another mad rush if Dusty tried to race again. Besides, I needed more snow. My face was numb by the time I got back to the house and the bleeding had slowed to a trickle. I put Pepperjack away and got the goats into their pens. I knew Phil would be off work about this time and we could head into Pueblo as soon as everyone was fed.

I took off my helmet and it was cracked across the back. I guess I’ll be needing a new one! It’s always sobering when you look at your broken helmet and realize that could have been your skull. I’ve had that experience more than once and I almost never throw a leg over a horse without a helmet any more. When I finally looked at myself in a mirror I was both worried and relieved. The blood was coming from a deep split at the outside corner of my eye, but the eye itself looked ok. My vision was still blurry on that side but the eye appeared undamaged. I suspected I might have broken my eye socket (a suspicion that later proved true), and I was also concerned that I might have swelling and/or bleeding in my brain. I grabbed a bag of frozen corn and a cold, wet washcloth. I went upstairs to get Phil who was still in a meeting with one of his coworkers. He looked at me and when I took the bag of corn off my face he turned white as a sheet, stammered something unintelligible to his coworker, and switched off the computer. He wanted to call an ambulance but that was out of the question. It looked nasty, and yes we needed to get it checked out, but there was no huge rush. I had both ridden and walked away from this accident and I was still alive half an hour later. We did chores and headed off to the hospital where they did a CT scan and confirmed that there was nothing seriously amiss. The doctor stitched the split next to my eye and prescribed antibiotics to prevent a sinus infection from the broken eye socket.

When they asked me, on a scale of 1-10, what my pain level was, I was pleasantly surprised to be able to honestly reply that it was only a 2 or 3. It really wasn’t too painful–nothing compared to the pain when I tripped over a rock on Thanksgiving Day and landed thigh-first on a tree root. That was more like an 8, and I still have a large, hard, numb knot on my thigh from that accident. Nevertheless, a nurse started dispensing pills into a little cup and she said, “I’m going to give you some drugs for the pain.” When I asked what drugs, she replied, “Tylenol and hydrocodone.”

Hydrocodone!! Seriously?!? I had just told her that my pain level was 2 or 3–not 12!! I declined the medication. Tylenol does nothing for me and I don’t care to find out what hydrocodone does. Besides, who wants to pay hospital prices for pain meds? I had Aspirin and Ibuprofen at home and I could wait that long.

So I have a beautiful shiner that will provide a nice conversation piece for the next week or two.

However, in order to avoid grossing people out, I have adopted a pirate patch for those times when I venture out in public. Yaaarrrr!!

Last night it felt appropriate to watch this movie:

After watching Rocky I decided I’m really glad that 1.) I did not break my nose, 2.) I do not wreck my face for a living, and 3.) No one had to slit my eyelid open with a razor blade!