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Misty Moon and her
family. Sunshine,
the baby girl, came
here tiny, but she
whips her brother
and all his buddies
if they give her any
static! Like a
little whirlwind she
hits them about knee
high and they back
off. She is as heavy
and hard as a rock,
and she has a
charming
personality. |
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We're going to name
him Wrong Way
Corrigan. Neither
his mother Kay
Square nor John and
Cathie can convince
him the milk does
not flow from his
mother's chest
floor. When he was
receiving
instructions prior
to commencing the
process of becoming
a goat, he must have
been the only kid
facing south when
the teacher was
giving directions
oriented to kids
facing north. |
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"Mommy, why does one
of my ears hang down
and the other one
hang up?"
"It comes from your
father's side,
darling." |
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Just a little scenic
break. Taylor and
Jonathon are showing
Baby Girl and
Sugarplum that the
shinoak is leafed
out. That brush is
the lifesaver out
here on the Edwards
Plateau because it
gives goats
something to eat
even in a drought.
Notice the size of
the rocks. |
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Geronimo has been
playing host to some
lady goats. We had
the pleasure of a
visit from Ed and
Lynda Dick, and
Lynda took this
picture. The nanny
crossing in front of
Geronimo is a
Snowspark/Liveoak
daughter. Stormrise
is standing behind
him; she is our
heaviest, widest
nanny, from Rainsong
and Rawhide. |
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Red Star is old, but
we think she is
beautiful. She is
sitting out until
fall.
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A Snowspark/Liveoak
nanny who has been
visiting Blaze. We
were delighted to
identify her. She
had lost her tag and
we couldn't read the
dim tattoo, but a
friend with younger
eyes could see the
numbers. |
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Look at that smile
on Flame's face!
This Honey Girl
daughter is
delighted to be home
again on the Divide
with the rocks and
the brush. We put
her with Blaze
because Cathie has a
weakness for goats
with red tails and
thought they would
surely make a kid
with a red tail.
From the kitchen
window we could see
their pen and we had
to laugh out loud at
the daily ritual of
mutual admiration
between Blaze and
Flame. We could only
assume that each one
was thinking how
gorgeous the other
one's tail was. They
would rub the sides
of their faces
together and kiss
each other's neck
and just stand there
touching faces. If
there had been a
puddle for Flame to
walk across I am
sure Blaze would
have gallantly laid
his cape across it,
just like Sir Walter
Raleigh. Did they ever
start a little
red-tailed baby? Not
that we know
anything about, but
they sure like each
other. |
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This old nanny just
seems to look a
little better every
year, and now she
has the best kid
she's ever come up
with. Kind of makes
us forget how crazy
she was (and is). |
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