It is a day for basking

Hello faithful readers!  Lucky Nickel reporting from the farm!

See how clever I am, using my ear as a sun shield?!  Oh yes, I am not your average goat, my friends.  But, you already know that.  Today is not an average day either.  Why?  Because it's actually beginning to feel like spring!  My lady came outside this morning and she had to unzip her insulated coveralls because they were too hot!  (don't worry, she had clothes on underneath, in case you are wondering)  It is 2 degrees Celsius, which is 37 or so in Fahrenheit (but we only do Celsius at Whispering Acres).  This is particularly exciting for all of us here, so we took the opportunity to bask in the sun and soak up some rays.

I soaked up some rays.

Misky made a bed for herself on top of the hay bale.

She took some time to get it just right.

Then, she soaked up some rays too.

Coffee (that's Misky's mom, the mini Nubian) was jealous.

However, because she is half Nubian, Coffee didn't know what to do.  She's not bright enough to figure out that she should just butt Misky off the bale and lay down there herself.  So she just turned her back on her daughter and stood there basking in the sun also. 

Opal basked beside the small A-frame shelter.

Lotus basked and ate at the same time.

I ventured into the shade to cool down.  Hahaha!  Did I fool you?  I only went into the shade because my lady put some grain down there for me.  In this picture, you can see there is a light breeze, which helps to show off my stunning fybur.

Osmo is a black goat, so he didn't feel a need to bask because he naturally absorbs any sun rays that happen to be found.  He was more interested in sniffing Lotus' bottom!  My lady said Lotus is "in heat" and I said of course she was because she was standing in the sun and that's where the heat is.  Sometimes my lady states the obvious as if it's a revelation.  

Then Osmo did that funny thing he does sometimes with his lips, curling his top lip up.  He looks weird when he does that.  Lotus kept turning her back to him and looking at him and maaaaa-ing, and he looked like he was trying to remember something important, but then he wandered off.  My lady laughed and said "There you go Osmo, that's what happens when you lose your spare brain."

Horton basked while trying to figure out how to get over the fence.

And finally Misky got off the hay bale and guess who took it over!  Kenzie!  Little timid Kenzie got up on the hay bale and basked, as if she was the queen of the castle.

Clearly, the sun has gone to her head.  All of us here on the farm hope that you see some sunshine too this weekend!