Today the neighbor brought a huge, big old tire to the goatmother. She had him drop it over the fence .
Some, who shall remain nameless but whose images appear above, were instantly fascinated. I say 'instantly', mind you, but this excludes the initial panic created by the appearance of the tractor.
Really, I just don't understand the appeal. After all it is just old black rubber. There were absolutely NO peanuts involved. Even Watson was enamored, although I believe he was probably responding more out of envy that my nephew, Peanut, actually made it into the center. That and the fact that he had managed not to faint at any point during the whole affair. I honestly think Watson thinks Peanut can fly.
At any rate, there is just no accounting for taste here. I'm seriously shocked that Ella the ever-curious wasn't up there trying to hog the spotlight. I doubt Peanut would have cared, though. He even broke into a little dance out of sheer delight. Oy. Some folks are far too easily entertained.
Some of us with better taste find it all a bit boring. This, of course, has nothing to do with the fact that at least a couple of us might have to expend a little too much energy to actually make it atop this monstrosity. Far, far easier to soak up these last rays of sun before Fall realizes it has actually arrived. Now that's entertainment!