Goat love

This will be semi-adult-ish, unless you're a farm kid, in which case it all is so clear and normal.

My buck (billy goat) Chief has taken a real liking to one of his four wives. A real liking. She's black with blue eyes, and very striking.

All day he's been chasing her around the corral, and in and out of the little shelters. Finally she's now settled herself inside what's called a dogloo, a plastic igloo for dogs, but they are nicely indestructible for goat keeping.

So Fancy  stands inside of the dogloo, looking like a tortoise when her head sticks out. Chief keeps ramming the walls, thinking there will come a day when he breaks through.

A very basic interpretation of their conversation would be like this:

"But I don't want to do that right now. I will not come out. Maybe I'm expecting."

"That is not my problem. My problem is I want to do that right now. You come out."

And so on. In the picture she might be trying to cover her ear.

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That was uphill.

Not much of ranching news today. I just didn't want to do creative things. No heroics, as I call them. Well, I did paint a garden (or greenhouse) table. It is metal, and it was white and rust. Now it's black (with some rust).

I wanted to go for a walk, and so I did. It was meant to be a one hour jaunt around the neighborhood, but I got to climbing and climbing more. The dog looked at me intermittently: "What are we doing?"  I looked back when I could, because the footing was dicey.

On the top it looked like this:

That's Palm Springs way out there.  And my legs are tired.

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Zorba

I have a parrot captive. Since twelve years. Not really by choice - she was a rescue.

Trying to get some work done, I hear her from her outside aviary through the thin walls of my little office building.  She's upset, because it's windy. She wants me to do something about it.

Guess I could take her inside, and then leave the building.

She sounds like this:
WA-WAA!  pause.   WA-WAA!  pause.  WA-WAA!  pause.  WA-WAA!  pause. WA-WAA!
       (This is only medium upset.  She has a bigger sound, too. She does not speak.)

It's a little like water torture, something I have not experienced, but I can imagine.

Her name is Zorba, and she is a Greater Sulfurcrested Cockatoo.

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