The goaties were stuck in their stall during the blizzard. It was cramped and boring, but it was worse outside. By the time the snow stopped falling their paddock looked like this.
Two feet of snow and deeper where it had drifted.
The only way to let the goats out was to climb out their Dutch door. I’m sorry that I don’t have a photo of Steve clambering out. Caper would have joined him. If only he could. Steve tells him to have some patience.
Soon enough, the boys had their freedom.
Such as it was. Even though they were still boxed in by walls of snow, there was some head-butting rejoicing.
Steve kept shoveling. The boys helped. They were quite encouraging, while overseeing the details.
Pip wasn’t interested, but Caper enthusiastically tasted the snow.
Delicious!
Very cool ;)
That is just amazing! So glad you are all okay – such an adventure! Your goats look so pleased to be outside again. Can’t wait to see how your hens react! Thanks so much for sharing your photos.
did they jump on top of the snow and if so, did they sink in?? That’s what I’m worrying about…
Neither the goats nor the hens deign to get snow between their toes. They wait for us to shovel. No danger of them getting lost in the drifts!
Candy would a party!
I read this to my five year old and he really enjoyed it! Next book idea? x
I’ve written a book called, “The Goats Help.” Have not yet found a publisher for it :(
Aw, that pleading expression Caper has- makes me want to grab a snow shovel and help free some goats! :-)
They’d appreciate your help.
Terry, you need to rig up some kind of snow shovel on their heads so that head butting can be put to good use! :-)
Very funny :)
It was fun to see them just looking at all that eye level snow. Like what the heck happened here. Love those boys!
Stay warm all.
Hope you have a hot tub for Steve. Or a good long-running hot shower. He’ll need it after all that shoveling.
Wow! Thanks for sharing!
What a sight!
Every new post gives me greater confidence that our own
goat girls are living a sweet life… no chance of them getting too cold, here!
I am just finishing a post about helpful goats. Like yours, our two love to lend
a hoof wherever they can. I am so glad that you, and other friends, seem to be
faring well through this huge storm, and I am really enjoying all the tales, and pictures.
Terry, priceless photos. Especially Steve with Caper, Does it appear Caper’s colors are enhanced with his winter coat or perhaps the contrast with all the white snow! So glad you are all safe.
Great photos. Steve must have burned a 1000 calories just shoveling that out.
Great pictures, thanks again for sharing!
We goats can be so helpful. :) Especially when there’s something in it for us. Opportunists? Nah. :)
Nice photos! The boys look happy to be out. Thanks for sharing!
I love the pic of the goats right behind Steve. I am sure they are thinking “shovel faster!” Thanks for my first chuckle of the day. Your snow video was fantastic. We never experience any thing like that here in SoCal, so altho a hardship for you, it looks amazing from here. We did manage five minutes of hail though on Friday- whoop-dee-do!
Not sure which is more priceless, the look on steve or capers face.
My girls came through ok. My back isnt too great though, very heavy snow
You have the cutest goats I ever have seen! My cousins have goats but they aren’t as animated as yours!
So good to know all’s safe and well at Little Pond.
Just looked in and thought there was no one up and about… then noticed little Betsy Ross busily moving about virtually camouflaged against the snow pile!
… There must be a reason for her name, Terry. Betsy Ross must have been a very busy lady like her namesake, I think!
Twinkydink seems very protective of Buffy these past days. Too sweet.
Whenever I look in, the beige chicken (Buffy) is hunkered down in a corner or against a wall. Today she is being watched by one with the topknot (Twinkydink?). Looks very sad.
Buffy is an elderly hen who has had many health issues. I keep a close eye on her well-being. She is eating and drinking and keeping her weight up; her manure is normal, as is her breathing. She is still alert and bright-eyed. However, she is weak in her legs. I keep her dusted with louse powder as she can no longer dust bathe. It is sad to see animals age. I’ve written about the kindness of euthanasia in several posts, and will put her down if her condition deteriorates.