I know that DH said something about getting goats, I remember mentally checking that off on my “another of DH’s ideas it’s generally better not to respond to because they simply fade away into the ether.” He’s trained me over time not to get too excited about some of his wilder notions. I used to get all worked up. But then life would take it’s natural course and I learned that it was a waste of energy to debate him about the wisdom of building a hovercraft, arranging to parasail off the property’s edge or his plan to invent cold fusion in his spare time.
So when he said “goats”, I’ll admit it. I just nodded and said, “Yes, dear. Goats are nice.”
Ummm. So it appears that the goats arrive in the next few days. And I have learned a valuable lesson about turning my back on the ocean.
So, now when he advised me that the chicken coop is next, I swear I sat up and started paying close attention.
Watch out, world. I’m about to become a pioneer woman.
Hmmm, I wonder if I can redirect him to that cold fusion concept…
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Oh good grief…you said goats with an “s” didn’t you. Goat milk, goat cheese, goat steaks??? I think I’d have to suddenly develope an alergy! Yip big time. Have fun you pioneer guy you!!! WE love him..good thing too isn’t it?
Does Fiona still have Sir Jumpsalot? Looks like you’re starting a zoo! Although chickens could really be useful… am I supposed to keep my opinions to myself on that one?
Sir Leapsalot, sadly, as predicted, did not survive the night…he escaped and died of an apparent heart attack–either from the cats, the fall, or just the shock of being in a giant house with two little girls. Poor guy….
Perfect!! You’ll have a great source of poo for your veggie garden!!
Chickens I’m happy to get (hooray for eggs!) but the poo…
I could live without all the poo that’s heading my way. But if the veggie garden will benefit, I’ll just have to make the most of it.
Or delegate it to DH since this was HIS IDEA.
I guess you’ll never need to push a lawn mower again…? My in-laws neighbor has goats and they do keep the grass trimmed nicely.