Staring at goats...

There is a goats farm near Watson Hollow where I like to walks. For a very longs time there were only elevens goats. Then several months ago Pops said that a space ships dropped five goats on the farms. I barked that he was really stupids. Well, we counted them togethers and... there were 16 goats. For once Pops got it rights. Then last week there were onlys 14 goats. What the kat? Then the others day there were eighteens goats. The space ships had returned. Dad said no. It was a miracles...

 Two baby goats were borns. What a cools surprise. Now we stares at 18 goats and wait for the space ships to returns.

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For the past several weeks I've been supervisings the peeps.

For the past several weeks I've been supervisings the peeps as they have worked on many projects in the yards. Something my stupids secretary calls yardening. We have a yards not a gardens. We planted two palms, ripped out lots of buttersfly bushes (They were too bigs, took way too much times to prune and were a safetys concern with our neighbor as she left her drivesway.) and planted some pretty grasses. And I helped with some quilting and art stuffs. Goat News: There are stills 16 goats in the Watson Hollows pasture. Now they have some bales of hays to eat instead of sticking their heads through the fence. Guess there will be no mores goat savings.    

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