Are you noticing the missing siding on the goat cottage? Right. I was going to repair that, wasn't I? Well, either I am lazy or ingenious, and let's be honest sometimes those two characteristics are closely tied! The goats love situating themselves in their cottage so they can peer out and keep everything in sight, while still being sheltered. So, what seemed like a problem is perhaps a solution. I propped their door shut, so they have three walls (I promise to make a prettier fix for this, soon) and otherwise the new opening in the cottage is simply a goat initiated design choice.
Gee wiz, it looks like I interrupted a private meeting. Moments before, they were clucking in hushed, conspiratorial tones. Could they be organized?!
I am thankful for my chickens. Chooks, chicas, hens, biddies, feathered ladies, dodoes. They make lovely sounds, and funny sounds. They are flighty, and boisterous, inquisitive, and curiously clever, yet wholly daft. It's charming.
Gratitude proclamations always make me feel a bit uneasy, because I worry about leaving someone out, or overstating one gratitude, while understating another. I gush and gush over goats and chickens, and what?! Nothing about my children, or peace on earth, or the polio vaccine?! Well, trust me I gotta a whole lotta thanks in me for everything good and wondrous, and blessed, and even silly and confounding. My cup runneth over, my heart bursts. All the feels. I cannot say enough, so sometimes I say nothing at all.
Sometimes our gratitude, our affection, shows in what we do. Right, Inara?
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