Rebel Goats, Finished Chores, and Fake-looking Snow

Just in time for the snow today, the wood pile is finished!  My husband cut and split 14 cord of tree-length wood (without a splitter, as in, he used an ax the old fashioned way) within the past number of weeks.  Next year, we look forward to (ok, looking forward to that chore may be a stretch) getting it done earlier in the year, so we’re not racing snowflakes or having to tug on logs that are frozen to the ground.  But I digress.  It’s a super feeling to have a big job like that completed.  Our kids helped too.

My littlest kid and two furry "kids" - good helpers with the wood pile.  For moral support, anyway.

My littlest kid and two furry “kids” – good helpers with the wood pile. For moral support, anyway.

 

A week ago....

A week ago….

 

.... a day ago.

…. a day ago.

 

The goats have tasted freedom, with their excursion to the wood pile.  And now, I’m afraid, there is no stopping them.  They have become girls on a mission.  A mission to join the chickens. (Which is not really allowed, because then I have to plug up the chicken feeders.  Goats, it would seem, are not good rule followers.  They have some “boundary issues.”)

In the little house they share with the chickens – and on icy occasions, the ducks, Gideon and Lois – there is an adorable iron fence that separates the two sides, and each set of animals has its own door to its own yard.  Except that is only how it works in my mind.  In real life, the goats discovered yesterday how to joyfully and effortlessly leap over the divider, as though they are cows jumping over the moon or the little sheep you count in your mind, leaping over something imaginary as you drift off to sleep.  A less esthetically pleasing and more “functional” divider will be forthcoming.

Bella insits this is not a chicken door.  It is a "small livestock door," she has informed me.  But that is temporary.  She doesn't know yet...

Bella insits this is not a chicken door. It is a “small livestock door,” she has informed me. But that is temporary. She doesn’t know yet…

 

Henrie is still the top girl at the farm.  She oversees all farmyard activities and is basically the boss of everything.  Henrie is unsure how she feels about goats.  She has yet to issue her approval. Good thing she isn't part of the decision making committee. Maybe after further investigation...

Henrie is still the top girl at the farm. She oversees all farmyard activities and is basically the boss of everything. Henrie is unsure how she feels about goats. She has yet to issue her approval. Good thing she isn’t part of the decision making committee. Maybe after further investigation…

 

Henrie DOES like going to the goats' yard and scratching around the unfrozen soil beneath one of their stumps.  So maybe goats are ok...

Henrie DOES like going to the goats’ yard and scratching around the unfrozen soil beneath one of their stumps. So maybe goats are ok…

The goats aren't the only mischievous girls around here.  Henrie is not allowed in the hay.  Usually she's very good, but today she was thumbing her beak at Bella, who cramped Henrie's style something fierce by trotting around the chicken run the better part of the afternoon with no decorum whatsoever.  For a very dignified hen, it was simply  unthinkable.

The goats aren’t the only mischievous girls around here. Henrie is not allowed in the hay. Usually she’s very good, but today she was thumbing her beak at Bella, who cramped Henrie’s style something fierce by trotting around the chicken run the better part of the afternoon with no decorum whatsoever. For a very dignified hen, it was simply unthinkable behavior.

 

When you are this cute, sometimes you are allowed to get away with things.  But not usually for too long...

When you are this cute, sometimes you are allowed to get away with things. But not usually for too long…

 

While the animals were having their unruly morning, flakes of snow, the likes of which I have not seen, began to fall.  The thing about this snow that is so unique is how huge the flakes are and how fake they appear.  Like, perfect cut-out paper snowflakes.  Only not paper.

Look at this thing!  It's huge and it didn't melt for several minutes. (if that tells you how terribly cold it was!)

Look at this thing! It’s huge and it didn’t melt for several minutes. (if that tells you how terribly cold it was!)

A few fell onto my coat sleeve, and they were so pretty!

A few fell onto my coat sleeve, and they were so pretty!

 

Sage even had a huge snowflake land in her hair, and it lasted long enough that I could take off my gloves, grab my phone from my pocket and snap a photo!

Sage even had a huge snowflake land in her hair, and it lasted long enough that I could take off my gloves, grab my phone from my pocket and snap a photo!

 

Gideon and Lois hate to miss any excitement.  They spy on the other animals through the fencing rather frequently.  Sometimes they join in, but mostly they waddle around the edges, talking amongst themselves.

Gideon and Lois hate to miss any excitement. They spy on the other animals through the fencing rather frequently. Sometimes they join in, but mostly they waddle around the edges, talking amongst themselves.

 

In their honor, we have Gideon and Lois ornaments this year for the tree.  He always walks in front...

In their honor, we have Gideon and Lois ornaments this year for the tree. He always walks in front…

 

The baby chicks are getting huge now!  I’ll have to get some photos of them to show you.  And little Hopalong is still hanging in there, even though she’s a little tidbit of a chick. I’m not sure how she’ll fare.  But we just take each day one at a time here.  That’s really all we can do.  Each day is full.  It brings with it the glimmer of frosty morning ground, the sounds of children and animals, the cozy warmth of coffee and wood smoke.  And the exact measure of grace needed to face whatever comes.

 

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