Tag Archives: goats

They Ate Weeds

When the goats escaped they walked right past the garden, an abundance of delicious leafy-green vegetables to eat weeds.   It’s not the fence that truly confines them.   I won’t test this theory though.   I immediately led them … Continue reading

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Farm Animals

Daisy Girl Daisy Girl she’s always on the go, she’s not a lazy girl eating grass and oats, with the sheep and goats it’s Daisy Girl it’s Daisy Girl   Mrs. Emily Duckinson Mrs. Emily Duckinson waddle, waddle, quack, quack … Continue reading

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We Are All Animals

Last night, a little lamb died in my arms. I had been feeding milk to Ram-butan, our 3 month old ram, with a syringe, because he was too weak to drink from the bottle and his mother had moved on, … Continue reading

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Noise

above the rustling of the leaves and the clucking of the chickens and the singing of the birds and the crashing of the waves and the barking of the dogs and the meowing of the cats and the neighing of … Continue reading

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Falling Dreams

When I was a kid I used to have dreams that I was falling. I never landed, just kept on falling. It was the same place, the same dream. I was on a farm somewhere and there was a tractor … Continue reading

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after the rooster crows

the dogs are in the back yard hunting the cats and the cats are in the barn yard hunting the rats but the rats are at the neighbors digging through their trash and we’re at the breakfast table eating eggs … Continue reading

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