The Journey Continued!

I know you're all just anxious to hear about my continued journey, and I don't want to disappoint, so I thought I should keep going with my stories.  Last I left you (before I had to go eat some hay), we were visiting Isobelle and her friends.  Here is the entrance to their lovely farm.  There is a helpful "critter crossing" sign so that nobody would run me over.  Small goats can be dangerous on the road!  See the lovely stream?!

My lady had some special things to give to Isobelle's lady. First, she gave her some things called "house plants."  I really don't understand the need for plants in her house.  If she wants to eat something, she should go outside and nibble on some twigs and leaves and grass.  Who needs plants in the house when you can go outside to eat?  Anyway, my lady and Isobelle's lady spent a long time looking at my lady's plants.  I think my lady was telling her their names.

Or perhaps she was telling her which ones were tastiest?  They sure looked happy about it though!  

My lady wasn't allowed to take plants over the border to Can of Duck Canada.  It doesn't seem to matter that there are plants that grow ON the border and they all share the same dirt.  I mean really, those customs officers must be a bit soft in the head.  Maybe they've been butted a few too many times?

Speaking of being butted, my lady just went right on into the pasture with Isobelle and her goat friends without worrying about Durin and Dayel.  They are two boy goats who are a little bit feisty sometimes, and they like to butt.  If you look at Isobelle's blog here, you will see a picture of Dayel trying to butt me through the fence! It was better for me to stay on the other side of the fence.  My lady went and fed everybody peppermints, and so did Isobelle's lady.  They are very brave, but the goats didn't butt them.  Maybe it was because of the peppermints?

Isobelle lives in a place with some sort of scary looking trees.  I think I might be a bit worried there at night, in case the kerfoozleumps come out of the trees.  Isobelle told me that kerfoozleumps are sometimes seen in her state of New York.

 My lady also gave a lot of chickens to Isobelle's lady.  I don't know how she managed it, but Isobelle's lady gave all of them names!  She is very creative that way.  She also has a lot more eggs now than she used to!  I think she will be having a lot of omelets!  You can see the chickens on Isobelle's blog too, but I'd rather you didn't because there is a picture of my bum in a diaper on there too, and that's rude.

My lady also went to visit with all of the dogs at Isobelle's farm, and she loves all the dogs, but I think she has a special friend in Kezia.  Here is my lady snuggling with Kezia, which made me kind of jealous, but then I found out that poor little Kezia has a hip problem, and she is going to need a big scary surgery.  It will be sort of like my spaying surgery, but different, and a LOT more expensive.  Stay tuned for future blog posts about Kezia and her surgery.  My lady will be auctioning off some of her handspun yarn to help raise some pennies for Kezia's surgery!  It's going to be exciting!

So we had to keep going, even though we would have liked to stay with Isobelle for a longer time.  Our next state is very difficult to say.  You have to listen carefully when I tell you.  It's Mass of Chew Sits.  Now you might say to yourself, what on earth does that mean?  I, being a goat of great and broad knowledge, can tell you that.  It means that this state was founded by large groups of ruminants (sheep and goats mostly) and there were so many, it was a "mass" of them.  Back in the day when we didn't have big words like ruminants, because the humans didn't know about all our digestive parts, they described all ruminants as "chew sits" because that is what we do.  A lot.  We chew.  Then we sit (or lie) down.  Chew.  Sit.  Chew.  Sit.  Get it?  So it was "Mass of Chew Sits" because of all the chewing and sitting goats and sheep.  I was honoured to visit such a great state.

While we were there, we had to visit the rest stop, of course, to see what was on offer for the Chew Sits.  Here I am checking out the grass (which was a bit short, mind you, perhaps due to other chewers?)

But then, I discovered a new treat!  Pine cones!  I ate several of them.  I did not have those on my previous farm and so these were a very exciting new adventure for me.  Crunchy, good flavour, and nice texture.  All in all, a great chew experience.

After all that chewing, I was a little thirsty, so we had to get some water.  I am pretty good at determining which bottles are full of water, and I make my needs clearly known to my lady, so she has no question in her mind about my level of thirst.  I prefer Fiji mineral water.  It's good for my horns.  Oh, by the way, in this picture, you can see that I am *just* starting to get my beard!  I am such a grown up goat now!

After Mass of Chew Sits, we had only 2 states left!  Our next state was just a very short drive through, because we only had to go through a small corner of it.  The state is called New Hamster.

I'm not sure why this is the name.  I didn't see any hamsters at all.  Here is a hamster from Wikipedia.

I think it is also a sort of Chew-Sit animal.  Perhaps the ruminants went to Mass of Chew Sits and the hamsters didn't have enough food there so they went to New Hamster.

Our last state before Can of Duck was Maine!  Here is the bridge to Maine.  I'll have to wait and tell you about Maine in my next episode, because I've got to go chew and sit now.

Goatie kisses from Lucky Nickel to all my fans!!