Hurricane Grace and Milking the Goat Saga- Part II

Some people, when they hear of Hurricane Grace, remember the hurricane that arose the fall if 1991 and was the cause of The Perfect Storm, leading to the movie. This is our daughters new nick-name.

Lately our sweet little Grace has been a hurricane. Finding a chair to climb her way onto the counters to eat our peanut butter, butter and jam. She snacks on dog food, cuts her hair, eats our wooden matches like they're lollipops, empties lotion bottles, dumps water outside the bathtub, runs stealthfully out the door to the swing set in her jammies when it is 40 degrees out, and pulls 25 books off the bookcase until she finds Are You My Mother. And that was just this afternoon. It is hard keeping up with her!

Here are a few of the matches strewn across the living room floor.

Upon a closer look, the ends are sucked off leaving useless wet sticks.

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It happens SO fast!

A half pint of my home-made marrionberry jam, gone in moments.

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O.k., so we pulled the kids from Penelope last night all excited to milk her, truly milk her this morning! Yippee, it's about time. I wasn't able to be there because of other engagements but this is what happened. Paul, Jess and Jacob went out to milk the goat. She was FULL of milk after not being with her kids all night. A little grain and she jumped right up on the milking stand. They milked and milked until Nellavy(as Micah calls her) was done and the pail had our pearly white liquid gold in it. In walks the cat. Penelope does not like cats. She spooked and kicked the milking pail onto the floor spilling all their hard earned milk. Our first milk.

Dumb cat. Dumb goat.

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A litter of eight!



Last month we had 4 rabbits. This month we have 23.