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Hey there - well I am not going off on a rant becoming popular in the blogosphere- Blogger has a recurring/worsening problem uploading pictures to our blogs. Literally hundreds of people areparticipating in a cyber version of instigating a lynching. I keep thinking - but this is FREE we are not paying a penny to use this ingenious, fun tool. I'll try again tomorrow to uploada couple of pictures . We are having one of the most beautiful fall seasons ever. Not a lot of trees turning vivid colors, but the light this year is awe inspiring. Sometimes it appears our fields and animals were painted by one of the early American realist/romantic painters who captured that mote filled golden tinge of autumn (of course I cannot recall a single artist's name despite a few years ago having had a dear friend walk with me through the National Gallery of Art pointing out the special qualities of dozens)

Wanted to post because I am once again ramping up prayer levels for some people - one is a beautiful lady named Sharan who is struggling during her first week of treatment for leukemia, another is a blogger who goes by the name WhyMommy and is in the throes of chemo before she can have a mastectomy, our beloved little Toby Pannone is in a rougher time right now and Kyle Ogle has scheduled surgery to remove tumors in the lungs before he can qualify for another experimental chemotherapy. NOW - with all that said - I have a sense of joy about praying for these people - God knows and loves each of them, their situation is known to Him and the outcome was decided long before time began. BUT there is the fabulous mystery of prayer - He tells us to ask, ask repeatedly. So I'll ask and keep remembering a quote I read today from Elizabeth Elliot "about the wee small hours of the night making mountains of molehills". During the wee small hours of actual night or the midnight hours of our lives - it is too easy to abandon hope and forget all the blessings to focus on the what ifs and the maybes. Here in Buhlaland -~ it is well with my soul~ (look it up if that hymn is NOT a favorite already I'll post about it another time) - and y'all come back when we have pictures to share!

Diospryos Virginiana

Our neighbors across the road have a most interesting tree - from a distance - it looks like a tree of small pumpkins! It is actually a persimmon tree! I've done a little googling about it - not finding a lot that would be blogworthy. The primary reason I took pictures this morning was during our first walking turn down the drive - there were two sizeable bucks over there. I said something wothy of Animal Planet - "look big deer,over there" to DH and the deer disappeared through the clearing behind persimmon tree and that concrete barrier. Must have been health conscious deer, upon investigation there were several recently nibbled fruits!

It is fun to think it is a pumpkin tree. I'll have to ask permission to try out this american persimmon. Supposed to be very tasty fruit, but only at the right stage of ripeness - too early and they'll serioiusly attack your pucker factor.! See - you can even get botanical information here in Buhlaland.

Moonshine - OH not that kind!

We walk early in the morning,a repetitious statement from me but here's proof it is the truth. We've had the brightest full moons lately,this morning I remembered to take a camera along to get a picture with enough contrast. The one with road showing - also shows my beloved DH - all bundled up in vest and stocking cap. Neither of us like cold weather and we are determined to be more fit. DH and I dress with layers upon layers to trudge our way up and down the drive.

Second image was actually the first picture taken while the sky still quite dark and our eyes could see the range of colors. Harder to catch the colors or even the moonshine on our older model digital Kodak .It is beautiful, eerie and makes our goats restless when we have so much light at night. Moonshine mornings are a hoot! (In fact we have a large owl living in one of the dead trees west of the goat pens - hooo Hoot!)Life is changing with the seasons here in Buhlaland.

Goats, goats and more goats

Smile - you're on Linda's camera! Pearl (brown doe goat staring straight at me as I take her picture) is evidently amused - see the smile?
Next view is the goats taking it easy alongside the driveway - all still in the front pasture.
Followed by our hot style maven- Rocky sporting a "mohawk" - or would that be goathawk? now. He suddently has a long mane growth (black area) making the style statement.- the Rockster is all about style.
A fiberglass building serves as isolation shelter for newborn kids and their moms during birthing season . This area of their big pens can be closed off from the other side but the does are still able to communicate with the herd. We've learned that the does have a rough time if isolated too long so we try to give the kids 48 hours of alone time with their mamas for bonding to occur. Usually not a big problem with experienced does, younger mamas don't really appreciate having that new thing wanting to nurse all the time. During the no baby season - we put a mineral block that is evidently delicious to a goat's palate - they stand in line sometimes to get in there and lick, lick and try to bite off pieces. Some will get sore lips working it over too much , weird but true. The small doe in there is our beautiful little Ellie . A prettier picture of Ellie - she was scratching her backside up against the branches.

Finally we find Ellie with her Mom Nubie and half sister Norman - they are in the front pasture and we are looking toward the neighbor's house - lots of renovating going on there. They have a great view from their house and with all the changes it is so pretty - nice people too.

That's all folks - I actually thought I'd posted these earlier in the week - too many things to do and I just forgot to hit "publish post" - thank goodness the blogger.com people have an autodraft save built in the program! You've had your goaty update for the week from Buhlaland - Baaaaa!