Petunia is a true matriarch. Four years later, her son Sputnik, though vastly larger than she, is still her closest companion. And this year’s kids are never far from their mama either.
I took these photos in mid-June when there was still a slight tinge of green in the pasture.
Baby goats racing down the hill!
Honey Pie and Prudence love to play on the “baby goat rock” as we like to call it. Look at little Honey’s marvelous airplane ears!
Phil and I went for a drive later that day. We’ve got to get the boys practiced up for the 4th of July parade in Westcliffe.
I love how they ride in our truck with no cage, ears flapping in the breeze.
Goat baron?
can Honey actually fly?