Sunday, January 15, 2012
Yes, I am in there. Somewhere. I am NOT, however, coming out to prove it. This was *supposed* to be 'one-half inch possible', but ever since those Woolly Boogers quit NOAA, it is my belief that NOAA has been reduced to looking out the window. Obviously they had not looked out the window in awhile.
Nonetheless, though we goats are not enamored with the snow, there are those who are.
Which, after deciding that she could actually move with that brown thing on her body, resulted in many of these:
Doggie crop circles.
After awhile the sun came out - after all, this is Sequim - and things looked pretty nice. (And I say *looked* because you don't think I was actually going to step outside to get a better look, do you?)
This morning when the Goatmother came out to the barn, we only had a trace of the white stuff on the ground. The Goatmother decided it was a good time to trim Ella's hooves. Only the Goatmother would decide such a thing. I mean, there was only a trace of snow out there, so of course it was a perfect time. Oy. The boys were unceremoniously thrown out of the barn so as not to interfere. The project took a bit longer than expected because for once, Ella, usually Miss Goody-Two-Hooves about getting her feet trimmed, was NOT, it would seem, in a cooperative mood. By the time the Goatmother was finished, she looked up to see that it was snowing. Heavily. The boys now sported a thick layer of snowy insulation.
So, do I blame it on Ella or do I blame it on the Goatmother? Decisions, decisions. I choose ... the ducks!