It doesn't take much to excite the troops.
"Who wants to go to work?" is all I have to say,
and everyone scrambles out the door.
At times there is competition for riding shotgun.
Cooperation is demanded and everyone is appeased.
These two... my companions whenever the gator motor is started.
These two just love an adventure... any adventure...
but insist on reliable transportation.
We are out and about on a garden mission.
We pick the day's ripe tomatoes and peppers.
Harvest is waning.
The garden is growing more and more barren.
Soon it will be time to tuck the garden boxes in for the winter,
beneath a blanket of homegrown compost.
After leaving the garden, we headed up to visit our senior center.
Yes, the goat pen has become the geriatric center of the farm...
with the queen of the elders...
As close as we can figure, Jill is about 16 years old.
She gave us many adorable kids in her day,
and now spends her days relaxing in the shade and grazing in the cool evening.
Months ago, we moved our three remaining Nigerian dwarf goats in with the fainters.
All three seem to enjoy the company of the others.
You might remember that Star had quite a large mammary tumor.
(This photo doesn't show her...