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Thursday, October 19, 2006

Little Boys And Goats

Kids these days seem to be a whole lot smarter than when I was growing up. They're on the computer almost before they can walk, they're solving the mysteries of life in second grade and by high school, well of course they know everything. However, if you pit the intelligence of an 8 year old boy against 2 goats, well ...

Enter Austen, one of the many fans of the goats. Austen likes to take pictures of the goats with his dad's digital camera and generally hang out in the pen with me. Last night was no different. But this time he showed up right at feeding time. I was on my way to clean the goats trough and fill it with fresh hay and Austen wanted to stay in the pen with the goats.

Me: You can stay here but you have to stay IN the pen. You can't get out until I come back or the goats will try and escape. Are you OK with that?

Austen: Yeah, I just wanna pet the goats.

I sauntered off, trough under my arm to the hay barn. I stopped to pat a few horse noses and talked to a feral cat or two. I was gone all of maybe 10 minutes. When I got back to the pen Austen was standing OUTSIDE the pen and the goats were standing in a pile of leaves, also OUTSIDE the pen.

Austen: They got out.

Fortunately, goats are very food motivated. Once Leland saw I was bringing dinner he followed me back into the pen. But Stanton? Oh no, he was FREE. Frolic! Dance! Run! Buck! There I was, in the dark, chasing a goat.



Do you think it's broken? Yep, that's my ankle. And as if a badly sprained ankle wasn't enough, when I finally did catch Stanton he managed to express his displeasure by peeing on me. All I can say is, IT'S A GOOD THING THEY'RE SO DAMN CUTE.

Now let's look at something a little prettier than my grossly swollen ankle.



Yes, it's more Cabin Cove Mercantile. But I have an excuse this time! Dave's putting away the dye pot for the remainder of the year because he deserves a rest. So what's for sale in the store is all there will be until next year. And what if I run out of sock yarn in the next two months? IT COULD HAPPEN. Like if my apartment burned down. So get you and your credit card over to Dave's store and get yourself something this beautiful before it's all gone.


Since me and my ankle are home today I managed to finish the first Rowan Tapestry sock. And I have to be totally unhumble here and say I love it. I really do. It fits perfectly and it's very warm and snuggly. And if you'd told me six months ago that one day I would knit a sock by simply making it up as I went along, I would have told you that you were one DPN short of a set.

5 Comments:

  • At 2:41 PM, Blogger Sheepish Annie said…

    Um...do have a license to operate those goats? You seem to be getting injured in an alarmingly "progressive" fashion. Rest up and get better or you will have to knit oddly shaped socks.

    I like the one in the picture much better in it's normal foot-shaped form. Nicely done!

     
  • At 2:56 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    OMG, that is the funniest transition. (I can't spell segu-thingy) From being peed on by a goat to beautiful yarn. You gots yerself a way with the words. lol Sooo sorry to hear about your ankle. That looks pretty bad.
    Oh, there' no more yarn left, YOU bought it all.

     
  • At 4:14 PM, Blogger sheep#100 said…

    That ankle looks, um, badly damaged from here. Did you get it x-rayed? Oh, yes, and we are laughing here over Stanton peeing on you.

     
  • At 4:28 PM, Blogger soapy said…

    your tapestry socks looks wonderful!

     
  • At 4:35 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    OUCH! That ankle look painful. Are you sure its not broken? Did you have it x-rayed. It looks bad.

    The socks, however, do NOT look bad - they look good,very very good!

     

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