I need to start paying more attention to the girls. Since they stopped giving milk, it's become a case of getting them in, fed, and out. Goats, by their nature, are very rapid eaters so Sheila and Tessie don't get brushed down every morning like they used to. That's on me. Once their head is locked in the stanchion, they're not going anywhere and probably wouldn't notice the few minutes a little currying would take. I don't know if they miss it, but I realize I do. Without that close contact, they become just another chore...get it done and get out, and that's not fair to them or me.
I'm seeing more vultures these days, on the fence, in the tree, and in the sky. (No, they're not looking for seconds.) I think they're starting to gather for the annual migration down to the Owens Valley. That usually happens toward the end of September, and these must be the vanguard, the early birds, if you will. I was so glad that Deb was here one year on exactly the right day to see this amazing, jaw-dropping phenomenon. Committee refers to vultures on the ground. In flight, they're called a kettle. That's a pretty descriptive term as they circle and rise like steam on the thermals.
With the holidays approaching, I've been thinking about washing windows. That's as far as I've gotten so far, but at least I've been thinking about it.
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