Apparently, even though my hearing of late has been less than stereo, I can 'sense' goat angst. Tuesday morning, I thought I heard more than the usual hysteria from the goat barn. Through closed windows and doors. I high-stepped out the door, across the deck, took the corner on one wheel and heard Apple in distress. Since I am too old and inflexible to leap tall fences without seriously harming myself, I had to pause and unhook the gate. Apple had managed to get her noggin wrapped in a piece of baling twine and was almost hanging herself. Thank goodness she and I have a 'relationship'. As soon as she saw me, she relaxed and let me untangle her. Then they ALL realized I was in the barn without a food offering. The din.
Wednesday morning. Rinse. Repeat. This time, she had gotten her head jammed in the opening in one of the pallets I use as a divider fence. I thought I was going to have to grease up her little noggin to get it out, but we managed. She is always grateful. Then, the din.
Wednesday early evening. I am heading down the mountain and my oil pressure indicator starts flashing. Upon arrival in my driveway, I let the engine cool down slightly, spend a goodly amount of time trying to locate the carefully placed (hidden) unlatcher for the front hood, and discover that I have about a tablespoon of oil left in the car. I add two quarts and put one in the boot just in case - I am scheduled for an oil change on Saturday. Which, I am sure, will also involve finding and fixing an oil leak.
Later Wednesday evening. Tiny manages to wedge himself between the little coop and the fence. Tightly.
A little later that same evening. Alice thinks that is a GREAT idea. I gave Squeak the Stink Eye, in case he had any big ideas.
Is it any wonder I can never get anything done?