Ahhh, the 'simple' life.

We sure do like it here, we think you will, too. That is our town's motto. I thought it was hokey when I first read it, but now I completely understand it.

This farm thing is a life all in of itself. To call it simple is naive. Basic may be a better word, but still not quite right. You ever have something that is pure good? Doing it, and doing it right feels... good, feels right? Now I enjoyed signing, and I sure did love the 'ah-ha' look, when something I taught got caught, but this, this is right. I never felt as at peace during any of my jobs that I have here in the garden, playing with Ben, or even waking up at 4 in the morning to close the barn doors, so the goats don't catch a draft. We've found our purpose, thus, we've found our peace.

Last night, we did not sleep with the goats (it rained!), but we realized that until they get to know us, they have no reason to trust us. The dogs, while they enjoy a good chase (and it IS fun to chase the goats :) , they come down to the barn because we're there. The goal here is balance. Balance all of the things that need to be done, with love and patience, and it's all good.

And now? Down to the barn, to let the goats get to know us a little better.

It's a good life, and I wouldn't trade it for anything.

Fun fact: Goats have very good eyesight, and can see movement up to a mile away.

I put this fun fact in, because yesterday, when we went down, they weren't watching us, outside the fence, they were warily watching our shadows inside the pen. Also, when we come in with a choice weed or carrot top, just holding it, they'll ignore it, but if you wave it around a bit, they can't seem to help themselves from tracking it.