Morning Song Farm News

We weren't sure how Boo's first birthday party would pan out... as, well...you never quite know with a spoiled-beyond belief miniature goat with a mind of her own. Lance made quite the deal out of it, certainly more than he's made out of any one else 's birthday around here for a while. Ha ha! There never was a prouder goat owner, that's for sure. He even went to a bakery and picked up a healthy blueberry muffin for her birthday cake. No unhealthy frosting here! Boo didn't want anything to do with her "goat cake," unfortunately, and her other guests stomped right over it to get to that tasty looking book. Boo waits impatiently for her guests to arrive at her first birthday party. Boo chooses "content over calories" and eats a book instead of her birthday cake. Daddy Carl supervises the party Most of his daughter's guests ate their hats; but Carl...ever the good Dad, wears his proudly.

The family-wide debate over the worthiness of owning a goat herd continues, with strong partisan leaders in opposing camps. Frankie, at 18, sees the herd as never-intended-to-be-eaten-meat-on hooves and has zero interest in their finer attributes. He lives in fear of the day one of them jumps on his micro-managed clean-beyond-belief fire engine red Mustang. That would just do him in. Enough so, that if he can't get opposing counsel to see his point of view, he is up for relocating the herd to somewhere, over there. As in on the other side of the farm. Or the planet. Or perhaps as a reasonable compromise, someone else's farm. "You could visit, often, mom." He has, however, finally prevailed in his long held belief that Lance and Boo Boo should conduct their "mommy and me" time, not in our living room. Now in Lance's defense, Boo Boo is Lance's little mental health provider, and he likes hanging out with her away from the rest of the herd in peace. ...