*Yawn*

*Yawwnnn*
It's dark out. Midnight and Moonlight are snuggling up with me. I admit- it's better than shivering in the cold! Yes, Tennessee may be scorching hot during the day, but it's cold at night. I guess it's a good balance, but I'd much rather prefer the heat.
Carolyn was being fun today. She brought me out to the feeding room with her friend. While her friend fed me, Carolyn put a trash can top on my head. I shook it off, though. She also let me open up the trash can full of food myself! None of her help. It was very rewarding. Although...It did make me feel like a kindergardener. That set me back a year. Then she also put a horse fly mask on me. I've never had much trouble with flies, but it did keep them away while I was wearing it! But when it started getting annoying she took it off of me :)
Angel has been pleasant latley. Not as brag-y and she doesn't bug me much anymore. I guess we're getting on better terms however...I don't like her as much as I did when we were kids.
Anyways, back to my day.
Nothing much other than that happened. I guess I'm alright with that. Hopefully tomorrow will bring more fun.

Ha-ha!

Carolyn got real mad at residential heifer, Minty :D When Carolyn was bringing us GOATS (The important ones) our food, she was blocking Carolyn and keeping her away from the gate (You see, us goats have a seperate pen for feeding and sleeping at night so Minty won't steal our food and sleeping spots).  So Carolyn raised up the extra buckets and whacked Minty 3 times with it, once on her head, once on her left side, and once on her right side. It was quite the entertainment for us good behaving ones.
So once she gave us our food, Minty was back. Carolyn gave Minty her share but she of course was being greedy and bugged Carolyn for more. It was time to pull out the big guns. Carolyn whacked Minty again on her withers and then punched her. Seems as though she learned her lesson.
And no Minty is not a 2-month old heifer you might be imagining, she is a huge 9-month old heifer that tries to mount you went you bend down. Once, she even tried to mount me! ME! Kelly, the Queen of Busytown. When I was pregnant! Speaking of pregnant, or, for the matter at hand, children, mine have been exceptionally annoying today. And yesterday they even fought with each other! Tsk, tsk, tsk. Child's play, nowadays.

                                          Moonlight is the one rearing up, and Midnight is the one getting ready to rear up. Personally, I favored Moonlight

                                          This is Max, he's in love with Carolyn. She got this picture of his as he was racing down to see her!

Well...

It's been raining for three days straight. Rain rain rain. Rain=no grass. An unexpirienced goat person might ask why, and I shall tell you. Goat fur isn't "thick" enough to protect ourselves, so if we get wet it soaks straight to the skin and chills us. Chilly goat=sick goat. Sick goat=dead goat. Dead goat? I don't think so.
So, back to the no grass thing....no grass! And stupid Angel pushed me away from the food >:( So no food for Kelly until Carolyn let's me out again...

Oh, oh! I see her coming! Gotta run!

Welcome!

Welcome, I'm glad you've decided to read about my life as a goat instead of some, oh I don't know, llama's!

Well, this is what went down during feeding tonight.

Got let out :)

 Walking...

 Turn!

 Yup, I know where they store their food

 *Munch Munch Munch*

Carolyn let's me out every now and then since I don't normally eat much because of Jerkbutt-ANGEL. I mean Angel...