Wilbur and Granny are settling in to their new world at Apifera. Whether it be Mr. Bradshaw or Chicken Jack, they seem to be easy going barnyard mates.
I think they should have called Granny "The Little Old Lady from Pasadena". She is small and frail looking, but look out, she can head butt with the best of them. I have to crate her during feedings because she knocks Old Guinnias over for his food. She is a cookie monster, and her one long front fang - which I am attempting to photograph and not having much luck at- must be watched during cookie giving.The space between her wonky front teeth make her tongue stick out, quite amusing.
And then there's Wilbur. Wilbur, Wilbur, Wilbur. I have a goat named Wilbur but he is not a goat. He is Lassie the dog. Wilbur follows me around, and when I move two feet, he is right by my side doing the same thing. And most charming of all, loves to be hugged and kissed...a lot. He is not as much of a trouble maker as I had imagined...so far. Although it is funny having a younger goat...er, I mean dog...around to watch him leap off hay bales and run up and down just for fun. Since everyone else is in a walker or wheelchair, I love having the younger fellow around, it is a nice balance with all the geriatric duties.
Wilbur and Granny [as well as Old Man Guinnias and our dearly departed Gertie and Georgie, were adopted from New Moon Farm Goat Rescue. Donations and art sales helps me bring them home, and a kind volunteer made the 10 hour round trip. You can sponsor a goat too if you'd like.
