Goat Morning

This was the post-storm sky that greeted us, last week. Such a beautiful sight to wake to. Good morning, eastern hills, and rising sun.

Also rising, Tasha Tudor Goat and Ada Lovelace Goat. Goat morning, dear, funny ones.

They sleep, safe and secure, in this dog kennel. I've been trying to gauge how adequate this will be when winter finally does arrive. It will come, won't it? It's not easy assessing just how cold it will be, when it will be cold. We enjoy temperate, coastal seasons, but we are subject to little micro-climates, pockets of weather, and weather extremes... nothing lasts, so one day it feels like summer, then we get cold and damp days, then heat again. This morning, after sleeping in the open barn, Max said it was far too hot for even a bed sheet.

Until we've shared a winter, or two, with our dear goats, I'll just remain flexible, and try to learn as much as I can from savvier farmers, like Terry. Pip and Caper are lucky to be in her capable care.

Sigh

I love our view.
The big sky, and the ever changing atmosphere.
Today is supposed to be cooler, and wind gusts are in the forecast.
I think of all the fallen leaves we'll be able to bring to the goats, the comfortable walking temperatures we will enjoy.

How are your mornings? Are you winterizing, or just daydreaming, like me?