Just one of the goats

This past week has been characterized by tending the goats three times/day (who knows why mid-shift exists except to scrub out their water buckets once again and apportion their hay so that they are constantly eating instead of gorging all at once on a bale and a half in the morning. Yes, they are spoiled. They also aren't allowed to go outside if it's too cold or too snowy or threatening to be too cold or to snow. The goats have been pretty frisky lately whether it is Tracy bulldozing her way out the paddock door, the little doeling (as of yet unnamed) squeezing through the small rectangular opening above the water bucket to munch on the bags of shavings or Blackie unlatching the gate to let herself and all the other goats out. Sarah has stopped letting us take the goats out on walks on our own ever since we couldn't get them to jump the snow bank into the pasture and they took off on a sprint back to the barn. Don't even get me started about the idea of Chance as a herding dog. Sarah has not mentioned the subject since I asked a month ago. Lately, I have been wondering what my pecking order among the herd would be.

Trying to be just one of the goats

Who is putting who in their place?

 The buck, Carelli, returned to his home away from Hancock since he is done breeding the doelings. We celebrated the end of coding (Kenzie's interviews) Friday night with oysters and drinks and we have been thinking about bloody mary's all week. Maybe Monday morning is the way to go. Kenzie has started referring to her desk as "the creepy corner" since she sees and reports on all the happenings out the window (Mary bringing her puppy to work, who is buying goat cheese and what kind, who may or may not be Pam's father (Pam is the upstairs tenant)). It has been a pretty slow (but exciting) week of "The Voice," "Breaking Bad," and a documentary about power, money, and politics. Slow walks. I edited Kenzie's grant application and Kenzie edited and then re-co-edited word for word, my cover letter to the Cornucopia Project (cross my fingers). We have been working on fetch with Chance, which sometimes means wrangling him to the ground... (I picked up "NAH" from Liam)