A catchy title might make up for no excitement posting. Today was "band the boys" day. Whole process went well - no excessive screaming (from the goats - DH and I almost never scream) and didn't have to cut any bands off due to misplacement (DH has steady hands while I hold the front legs and head of the victim - I mean patient). Picture of Nubiana and her little girl I've been calling Blondie (I'm so blessed original with naming critters it is a gift -perhaps a spiritual gift?) The two kids mock fighting are two little gals - Bubbles is the brunette and the other is "remains to be named" daughter of Castena. The three very alert kids were awakened by a rushing attack from Conan the Destroyer (our very lonely rat terrorist who has become a bit of a bully with the goat babies). Flip and Snicker are the two leaning over our chain link fence to nibble the honeysuckle plant - a big reason I cannot have anything growing on the vast expanse of chain link fence - because goats feel it is their calling in life to defoliate all fence lines. Now I'm sure I've made your day - with my random sillliness - wonderfully quiet Sunday, good church service, tasty brunchy meal here at the house and quiet afternoon (watched White Fang the movie and read a book). I love days like this - if I believed in reincarnation - I'd think I was a cat in a previous life - except for the whole licking yourself and being very flexible thing. It is good on Buhlaland - but you knew that didn't you?