The morning after the snowstorm our eyes were treated to a beautiful emerald green landscape running up to mountains covered in white. Everything was sparkling, washed, and new. The colors were saturated next to the purest white of the mountain. Photos don’t remotely do the scene justice. 

This morning we woke up to a beautiful sight.

Good morning Nubbin!

Petunia says, “It’s snowing on my fur!”

Daisy enjoys a welcome relief from the heat. She’s been swimming in the cow pond to cool off. Snow is so much nicer!

Pac-Man has been taking camera posing lessons from Cuzco. Perhaps he’s taking them a bit far.

Nubbin says, “Cuzco kicked me out again! Tell him to let me back in!”

Phil built a new campfire ring this afternoon and Lilly tested it out. It fits perfectly.

Once the fire was going Cuzco was the only goat who was interested. He loves campfires and he always hangs around by my chair, no doubt hoping for a handout, but he also gets very friendly at campfires. He’s loved campfires since he was a baby and the only time he would climb in my lap was when we were next to one. I have no idea why. I had to put a stop to that after he got to be about a year old, of course, but I’ve always wondered why he gets so snuggly around a campfire. It must be the old “Kum-ba-ya” spirit.

Cuzco also loves listening to Phil play the fiddle. None of the other goats seem all that interested, but Cuzco never gets tired of it. Neither do I, for that matter!

Looks like Cuzco is singing along!