There have been some firsts for the old goat this weekend. After 7 days, Guinnias spent time out in the front barnyard eating grass. I was so happy to come upon him when I was in the field doing some cleanup. He waddled right over to me, and in all honesty, the expression on his face looked so...bright. Brighter than the last few transition days. It's as if he said, "I think it's going to be ok here..."
Other firsts...I hadn't heard a peep or ginny or bleat out of him. Unlike Frankie who speaks constantly, usually saying, "Excuse me, I'm down here..." or, "Ah, you with the red bucket, why are you walking in the opposite direction from me?". But this weekend, I was in the barn, and saw that Guinnias was napping, as usual, in the Ward Room. But a few minutes later, he was near by, trying to speak. He has more of a grunt-squeak than a bleet. Each animal has a distinctive bleat. I know all my older ewes voices, and Stella and Iris, the rams, they are all very distinctive. Guin also will let me hold him around the neck, while I kneel near him, and he rests his head on my shoulder, his eyes half open. Now that's darn nice, for both woman and beast. And if you want to send Guinnias a note, he gladly accepts those little honey graham bears by Nabisco [non cinnamon].
Gift Update: Thanks to all who donated to get me up to Washington and back to pick up Guinnias. His thank you gift is in the mail...
