Get a Room, You Two!

 

See the photo below? Keep an eye on my doe Angora goat, Luna and my wether Nigerian goat, Mud Pie, over on the right. Yesterday I happened to spy them through my bedroom window while they were up to no good.

Also notice Latte, my doe Mini-Mancha goat heading up the hill away from Luna and Mud Pie. I think she was a little miffed……

                                    

                                              Oooh! La! La!

 

                                        Ooh! Baby!

 

                                     Nibbling on her neck!

               

                       Whispering sweet nothings in her ear! 

 

                                     I have no idea! *gasp*

 

                       Whoooo! Some cuddling, too!

 

                                                ”Hey. Did you hear something?”

 

               

                        ”What are YOU looking at, pervert!

Sunday Stills ~ Low Tech/High Tech

 

This week’s Sunday Stills Challenge was truly a challenge, but lots of fun, too! It was impossible to use any archives because the main challenge was to capture a photo with BOTH the low tech subject and high tech subject in the same photo. Not something that typically happens naturally.

So here is what I came up with:

1. Oil Lantern vs. Battery Lantern

2. Hand-written Letters vs. E-Mail

3. Candle vs. Lightbulb

4. Acoustic vs. Electric

5. Hay-Powered vs. Gas-Powered Transportation

6. Hand-washed dishes vs. Electric Dishwasher

 

 

7. Dictionary Book Search vs Internet Search Engine

 

 

8.Cooking over an open-fire vs Microwave cooking

 

 

9. Weed-Powered Weed Eaters vs Electric Weed Trimmer

10a. Recording history via Petroglyphs vs History Book

10b. I just couldn’t help but include this photo with my Dobbie girl, too. Which one do you like better?

11. Baking bread in a wood-fired Horno vs an Electric Breadmaker

 

“Hey, how’s this thing work? Is this the ‘On’ Button?”

 

 

Which photo is your favorite?

Another Blast of White

 

On Wednesday morning I checked the weather reports and the weather folks were calling for another winter storm with significant snowfall. Up here above 7,000ft in the central mountains of New Mexico, we’re used to snowy winters, but we usually get a little reprieve in between snowstorms. I swear, I’ve not seen dirt or grass in over 3 weeks around here. Before our previous snow can melt, another storm blows in and dumps more snow on us.

   

The irony is, just 25 miles west of us is Albuquerque down in the Rio Grande Valley. They rarely get snow, and when they do it’s usually just a dusting or a few inches. By the next afternoon, their snow melts completely away. They can’t wrap their minds around the fact that if they drive up into the canyon a few thousand feet higher that they might see substantial amounts of snow. Sometimes they drive up here to create a souvenir of snow to take back home with them. (Click on that link. It’s Val’s blog and her post is cute.)

And sometimes when you talk with someone from Albuquerque about how much snow you’ve got and how you might have to reschedule your tax appointment, because you don’t want to drive through white-out blizzard conditions, well, they seem completely surprised and in disbelief, as if you’re still in school and you just told your teacher that your dog ate your homework.

We mountain folks can’t help but giggle when we read our Albuquerque friend's blog and see how excited they are about their little sprinkling of snow. I’m still amazed that the kids’ sleds actually slid at all. But they’re from Arizona, so any little bit of snow is a thrill. (Hey Jenifer! Bring those kids and their sleds up here for some serious snow fun!)

 

Oh and, Jenifer, do you still want me to bring a goat to your baby shower again? Latte is available, but only if she can have her own dish of Baby Shower Punch.

And for anyone wondering about that previous statement……..yes I did take a goat to my friend's Baby Shower.

I should have taken a llama. Now that would be fun!

And my llamas are friendly and house trained, too! (Go ahead. Click on that link. I’ll wait.)

Catlinite says, “See. My Mom told you we llamas are well-mannered house guests”.

 

Ok, so where was I. I do tend to get side-tracked quite often. Oh yah. By early evening, I looked outside my bedroom balcony glass doors and saw that the snow was falling, and thick, too.

So I walked to the back of our house and peeked out our loft’s glass doors. Yep, it’s snowing out there, too. (Go ahead. You can roll your eyes. I would, too)

And then I walked downstairs to the living room, and gazed outside to the pastures and paddocks. Yep, snowing there, too.

(Looks sad out there without a horse, doesn’t it? *sniff*)

  

Well, looks like those weather folks were right yet again. Either those folks are getting paid better, or they’re just more educated, or their technology has drastically improved. I suppose I should be grateful for correct weather reports, but maybe next time those weather folks tell us we're getting significant snowfall, they could just be a little wrong. I wouldn’t hold it against them, I promise. (hehe)

Anyone care to guess how much snow this storm left on the ground for us? The winner will be chosen from the correct or closest guesses. What do you win? Well, this book, of course:

  

Just a note: If you happen to be the winner, you’ll probably want to let me know what size panties you wear, too, and I’ll send you an extra pair. It’s just THAT KIND of book. (hehe!)

Goat Wrangling~an Encore

Many of you got a kick from my previous Goat Wrangling post, and although I never know what amusing photo opportunities I might see from day to day, I always hope they'll be interesting enough to share with my blogger friends.

I think you won't be disappointed by this entry.

I peek out my bathroom window several times a day to check on my animals. This is the view I see. I can see our neighbor's house up on the hill, our barn, two of our three padocks.....and......goats not where they're supposed to be.

The llamas, dozing and chewing their cud gave nothing away, except a feeling of calm. (That feeling was not to last)

But I saw those wiley goats. Do you see them, too?

Those little goat monsters are supposed to be on the right side of that horse fence.


Then just like a bunch of crazy gremlins, the goat monsters went tearing about looking for trouble. Do you see them underneath the horse trailer?

We don't keep the goats in with my mare. She's pretty tolerant, but we don't like to take chances. Those goats don't seem to care about chances.

Baby Doll had had enough of the goatie annoyances and politely pushed the goats out of her pen.

Latte asked if she could come back in, but Baby Doll wasn't budging.

Latte says, "Anybody got a backhoe to scoot this big spotted girl out of my way? A crane maybe?"

Baby Doll says, "Back off, puny ear-less mutant"

Hmmmmm? This is interesting. Everyone standing, staring. Can't be a good thing. Can it?

Oh wait! It's just little Red Riding Hood prancing up to visit the critters. (Hmmm, but why are the goats running away? They adore their young human friend.)

I've seen Livestock Guardian Dogs, but never Livestock Guardian Horses.

And quite honestly Baby Doll's not doing such a great job as Livestock Guardian Horse. Maybe she needs more training. I'd say she's about as bombproof as they come, though. (Yikes!)(Click pic for a larger view)

I think Baby Doll lost interest. But just look at the mayhem! Run Pepper Run!!

That's it, Zuni! Chase 'em back into their paddock, girl!

Whew! Ranchman John to the rescue finally.
(Baby Doll reporting back for duty, sir.)

Ummmm....Zuni, get your head out of Moon Pie's butt.

Goats are back in the paddock. Job completed. Sort of.

Zuni (Big Bad Wolf) lost her mind for a few minutes. Terrifying little Red Riding Hood. Baby Doll (Grandma) refused to tolerate Zuni's misbehavior and set the hound straight.

Whooops. Looks like Zuni made a break for the Wooly paddock. Not good.

Baby Doll says, "Sorry Mom. I was just trying to help"

Finally the Hound of Baskerville is captured, while Baby Doll wallows in guilt. Poor girl.

Baby Doll says, "Ahem. I think you forgot something people. It's green, tasty, comes in a bale and horses love to eat it."......."Helloooo"............."Somebody?"


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