And in a blink, it was time to go round up the kids again. It was lovely to have some time being just the two of us, but we were also ready for some hugs and kisses from our little crew.
Like this.
Our arrival coincided with goat feeding time.
Although at Grandpa’s house, anytime is goat feeding time. Which both the kids and goats think is great. Which also explains the uh, portly nature of the goats. Ahem.
The wooden katanas were a bit hit. And so far, no stitches have been needed, so everybody wins.
I WANT TO PET THE GOOOOOAAAAAT!!
The goat, however, wasn’t too keen on that idea. Can’t really say as I blame him though.
Only the green leafy stuff enticed him to come near our little people.
We were told this boy made it his job all day, everyday to run back and forth from tree to goat and back again. He has found his calling.
Ah, my girl.
Here, goaty goaty.
Didn’t have to wait long.
Squatting to get down to the goat’s level. Although, he’s not much bigger than the goat even when he’s standing…
The goats tended to favor Allie. Because she was the quietest. And stillest. And patientest. She’s awesome like that. Goats always know.
Ahhh. Good to be back together again. Missed them.
Staring contest.
Jonah sharing a laugh with this husky goat (remember, they’ve been reeeeaaaaally well fed all week), while the staring contest was still going on between the other two.
Back and forth…
Back and forth…
All day long.
They even got Daddy interested in goat feeding time.
With tips for success from the goat whisperer herself.
Course he’s gotta add his own flair.
Caught them butting heads. Goats, not humans. This time, anyway.
A boy and a tree that keeps on giving of itself. Sounds vaguely familiar…
