I'll probably put up a State of the Homestead next week. I'm hoping I might have some interesting video by then. At least it should be more interesting than my thighs which are currently punctuated with bruises thanks to Billy (the goat).
By the way, I renamed him Barbecue after our last run-in. I walked with a limp all week. He left me with a humongous bruise that hurts even now.
He's not mean or aggressive--unless you're walking in with food. In his ever-present greed, he'll ram or gore anyone who gets between him and that bucket of feed. It's a constant test of wills when I walk in there. I separate him from the does when I feed him now so at least they can eat in peace.
I should've known he'd start that business. His father did the same thing with his herd. If he keeps it up, he's going in the pot.
This week I hope we make it to the state fair. I say that every year but something always comes up. I'm crossing my fingers. Greg only goes for the food. But I like to look at the farm animals and the handicrafts. This year they're having ostrich races, but it's only in the evenings and I'm not sure we'll be there that late.
In unrelated news, I just finished watching season 2 of Call the Midwife, a Brit drama about London's east side during the 1950s . Thanks to Sarah Ahiers for turning me on to that show. Gets me bawling every time. I highly recommend it.
Have you ever gone to a big fair? What's your favorite part?
This Thursday is a special day for me. Stop by and see me then.