A blog from Lucky Nickel!

Hi!  Hi hi hi!  It's meeeeeeee!  Lucky Nickel!

You've missed me...I know...the human is very busy.  She hasn't had a lot of time for blogging lately.  She said I could do it today.  Wasn't that nice of her?

Look how big I am now!  This is a picture of me with the human's foot.  She wears these really weird shoes.  I don't know why she even wears shoes.  It is much better to just be barehooved.  Well, barefooted for her.  She says these shoes are the best for being as close to barefoot as possible without stepping in chicken poop in the yard.  I never step in chicken poop because I am a dainty goat.  She has such big feet she would be bound to step in it.  Poor human.

Look also at my furriness.  The human says I am getting little curlicues from my Dad.  His name is Val and I don't think he knows who I am.  But anyway, she says she might shear me sometime because I am a pygora.  I know that is actually a kind of snake - I heard scary stories about it once from a crow that was visiting the yard.  It lives in the jungle and strangles goats.  Anyway, I don't know why the human thinks I am a snake and I don't want to insult her by telling her that I am a goat because she says she is in school and work and her brain is full right now.

See my horns too?  They are perfectly symmetrical and lovely.  I am indeed an elegant goat.  Not a py-whatsit who strangles things.

But there is a problem that I have to tell you about.  The other goats ALSO think I am a pycobra...pyth...py...well that thing.  Let me tell you about them.  Here I am approaching their pen...

This is Coffee with her daughters, Misky and Larke.  They are very high strung, like their mother.  They think everything is to be avoided.  Except food.

This is Horton with his mother Lotus, and I think Horton is really cute.  He's got big horns and a lovely furry coat and he looks so lovely that I would like to be friends with him.

The problem is, they are not very fond of me.  The human put me in the pen yesterday to try to get me used to them.  They all try to go after me with their horns.  This is who I know that they think I am a scary creature like py...thing...probably because the human said so.

Last evening, a very bad thing happened.  Here you can see it coming.

There was a dreadful storm.  In fact, there were torpedoes not far from here.  That's when a big wind comes out of the sky like a tunnel and takes you up into the clouds.  The human said there was a torpedo warning and another torpedo on the ground in another town.  The rain was awful.  It was raining humans and cows.  (that's a goat expression you know - it means really hard rain.)  So I tried to go in the shelter with the other goats, but because they think I am a pygobra...well they would not let me in.  The human came out to put the chickens away in a break in the storm and she saw me in the corner of the pasture and I was like a wet rag because they won't let me in and I was crying and wet all through.  It was good that it was warm, but you need to know that we goats hate rain and we hate to be wet and I was stuck there and the thunder was scary and the lightning was everywhere and I thought I would get sucked up by a torpedo.  So when the human came out I screamed at her with all my goat lung power and she came rushing over and made nice soft noises to me and I suddenly felt a LOT better.  She rushed into the barn with me and held me a while and said she was sorry that I was stuck out there.  I love the human.  She is very nice to me, not like those other stupid goats.  Anyway, she says she has to "sort something out" for me.

So that's all from me, because I have to go scratch my itches now.  All that rain made me itchy...