He was right. Space Aliens had invaded. And they had horns.
It took ten hours to put up that field fencing. I took the whole week off to get ranch work done and these Walking Weed-eaters are an important part of helping me get things under control. With the rain we’ve had, the horses simply cannot mow and weed-eat 7 ½ acres. I don’t see the problem going away on its own, so I need some help. I need .... weed-eaters on the hoof.
My four Weed-eaters arrived last night and they immediately began serving themselves from the buffet line of Tallow trees along the fence. YES! YES! YES! I pumped my fist in the air victoriously! I did the Happy Snoopy Dance when they started munching the briars. YESIRREE, I keep this place for the animals and dog-gone-it, the animals are gonna help me keep it up!
Before I went to bed, I checked them. Their happy little goat eyes reflected in my flashlight and I’m certain they burped as I highlighted their fat little tummies.
So this morning, I Snoopy Danced my way to the barn to check on goats and feed the horses. No horses. Where were the horses? Hmmmmm….. Called them. Noticed that Stallion wouldn’t come in.
So I asked him, “What’s the deal?”
He informed me that Space Aliens with Horns invaded the pasture beside him and thus he cannot come into the barn for breakfast.
"Do what?" I asked.
"SPACE ALIENS WITH HORNS!!" he insisted.
I turned to see that he was staring at four terrified goats, the size of big Labradors, that were huddled in a group because the dogs were barking at them. "You're scared of the goats?"
He informed me again that Space Aliens with Horns now occupy the pasture adjacent to him. So I walked through the ankle-deep water to go get him. Thanked God and Tractor Supply for rubber boots. He was quite relieved that the Space Aliens didn't get me while I was enroute. Since I was now there to walk with him, he was brave enough to walk back to the barn with me, but he kept a wary eye on the Space Aliens with Horns lest he have to beat a hasty retreat and leave me to the mercy of the Horned Demons. As soon as he finished breakfast, he blasted back outside to stand in the corner beside Montoya and they both studied the Space Aliens.
Montoya was a bit braver. He made occasional rushes toward them. They didn't move. This really frightened both Montoya and Sultan. Sonny (who doesn't particularly care much for goats) looked at the goats and informed the boys that she has better things to do than play peek-a-boo with a herd of goats and so she wandered back through the mud to the pasture. Montoya followed. Poor Sultan was then left alone to stare at the aliens. They continued to stare at him.
Eventually the goats got back to work on the tallow trees by the fence line. I did the Happy Snoopy Dance back to the house. And then the storm came. Hmmm… the goats didn’t know where the stall is because they’ve been so happy on the fence lines. Got a bucket of feed to call the goats. They were slightly interested. I leaned over to show them the feed. A bolt of lightning followed by a loud clap of thunder reminded me that the goats were only $40 each. So I scurried back into the barn.
Then I noticed that the Stallion was standing out in the pouring rain (and the other idiots were standing out there beside him). Everyone was just begging the lightning to strike them. Since they cost a great deal more than goats, I slopped out in the rain and Sultan walked back in with me. Apparently my presence gives him courage he wouldn't otherwise possess. The other two followed us. The horses ate Nicker Makers and stared at the Space Aliens who were standing under the overhanging tallow tree branches. The horses reminded me of kids watching a horror movie while they munch on popcorn.
It's going to be a long week for Sultan and the goats.
It took ten hours to put up that field fencing. I took the whole week off to get ranch work done and these Walking Weed-eaters are an important part of helping me get things under control. With the rain we’ve had, the horses simply cannot mow and weed-eat 7 ½ acres. I don’t see the problem going away on its own, so I need some help. I need .... weed-eaters on the hoof.
My four Weed-eaters arrived last night and they immediately began serving themselves from the buffet line of Tallow trees along the fence. YES! YES! YES! I pumped my fist in the air victoriously! I did the Happy Snoopy Dance when they started munching the briars. YESIRREE, I keep this place for the animals and dog-gone-it, the animals are gonna help me keep it up!
Before I went to bed, I checked them. Their happy little goat eyes reflected in my flashlight and I’m certain they burped as I highlighted their fat little tummies.
So this morning, I Snoopy Danced my way to the barn to check on goats and feed the horses. No horses. Where were the horses? Hmmmmm….. Called them. Noticed that Stallion wouldn’t come in.
So I asked him, “What’s the deal?”
He informed me that Space Aliens with Horns invaded the pasture beside him and thus he cannot come into the barn for breakfast.
"Do what?" I asked.
"SPACE ALIENS WITH HORNS!!" he insisted.
I turned to see that he was staring at four terrified goats, the size of big Labradors, that were huddled in a group because the dogs were barking at them. "You're scared of the goats?"
He informed me again that Space Aliens with Horns now occupy the pasture adjacent to him. So I walked through the ankle-deep water to go get him. Thanked God and Tractor Supply for rubber boots. He was quite relieved that the Space Aliens didn't get me while I was enroute. Since I was now there to walk with him, he was brave enough to walk back to the barn with me, but he kept a wary eye on the Space Aliens with Horns lest he have to beat a hasty retreat and leave me to the mercy of the Horned Demons. As soon as he finished breakfast, he blasted back outside to stand in the corner beside Montoya and they both studied the Space Aliens.
Montoya was a bit braver. He made occasional rushes toward them. They didn't move. This really frightened both Montoya and Sultan. Sonny (who doesn't particularly care much for goats) looked at the goats and informed the boys that she has better things to do than play peek-a-boo with a herd of goats and so she wandered back through the mud to the pasture. Montoya followed. Poor Sultan was then left alone to stare at the aliens. They continued to stare at him.
Eventually the goats got back to work on the tallow trees by the fence line. I did the Happy Snoopy Dance back to the house. And then the storm came. Hmmm… the goats didn’t know where the stall is because they’ve been so happy on the fence lines. Got a bucket of feed to call the goats. They were slightly interested. I leaned over to show them the feed. A bolt of lightning followed by a loud clap of thunder reminded me that the goats were only $40 each. So I scurried back into the barn.
Then I noticed that the Stallion was standing out in the pouring rain (and the other idiots were standing out there beside him). Everyone was just begging the lightning to strike them. Since they cost a great deal more than goats, I slopped out in the rain and Sultan walked back in with me. Apparently my presence gives him courage he wouldn't otherwise possess. The other two followed us. The horses ate Nicker Makers and stared at the Space Aliens who were standing under the overhanging tallow tree branches. The horses reminded me of kids watching a horror movie while they munch on popcorn.
It's going to be a long week for Sultan and the goats.
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