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?
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?)
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.