Today was supposed to be pretty straightforward. I borrowed a young person and my friend's truck so we could move some hay from the storage barn to the barn where the goats are actually living. This sounds pretty easy. However. I can't back the truck up to the barn to load because of some flooding and major mud issues, so we had to carry the bales one at a time about 50 yards to the truck. Keep in mind I am now sporting my March muscles, which are tiny and sad compared with my July muscles, when we put in 2000 bales of hay for various people before we're done.
March muscles are a little different. Much smaller, for one thing. I've spent most of the last few months complaining about the cold and huddled in front of the wood stove. We moved 15 bales today and it felt like murder.
We got to the farm where the goats are parked to find them all contentedly staring at me from the wrong side of the fence. Again!
This time I'm pretty sure they just jumped the fence. I was chatting with the homeowner yesterday and she told me the coyotes have been howling like crazy every night, and I think one or two of them managed to get into the area where the goats are living. Unless there was a whole pack, I'm not too worried about them actually doing any harm to the goats, but the goats don't know that and probably jumped the fence to get away. We got them back where they belong and after some careful maneuvering with the truck, got the hay unloaded. My fondest hope is that I won't have to haul any more hay in my car this winter. Things are coming back to life and the goats should have plenty of snacks soon.
The rest of the day has been full of the daily chores that aren't exciting to do and even less exciting to talk about, so I will include some pictures of our cats when they were babies. I ran across them today while meandering through the archives, and they're so cute I can't help but post them.
Tomorrow I will move the fence so the coyotes can't come in across the slough, and hopefully everybody will be where they belong. Fingers crossed.
Hey, let's throw in a puppy, because they have taken over my life and my entire phone is now full of pictures of them.
Be well, everyone, and check your fences!