7:30 AM found me at the barn milking; Jordan broke his hand, and since we're on strike, I had the time to fill in.
Yes. I said strike. I won't elaborate here, but you can email me or call. The photo below is from www.mcall.com.
2.5 hours of the same sidewalk is an eternity. Throw in a little nastiness and job related angst, and I believe it counts for more than a day. I battled the boredom by spinning yarn from roving as I walked. I'll show you soon; can't find my camera.
Then back to the farm for some barn-therapy. The goats are particularly capricious this week, as it's prom week on the farm (they're breeding). The boys are pushy, the girls are showing off, and everyone is fighting authority except for the class pet (Faith). It's just like school. As I was milking tonight, the rest of the herd conspired against me, and lifted the latch on the gate. They stormed the barn. I was outnumbered, one to 12. All I could do was protect the milk and back off, then chase. It was actually really funny. If I ever have a herd of my own, I will name the goats for people I remember from my past, and my profession. I love these bad goats.