The kitten is supervising while I shell peas. Steven had been sitting on the couch in front of me, helping shell peas.
There are the carrots that were in the wooden box from the root cellar. They're peeled, chopped, and cooked and now they're about to be spread on dehydrator racks.
The goatling is standing on a stump in a willow thicket to reach tastier branches.
This was the sunrise a few days ago. There was a bit of smoky haze in the air, which cleared out after one day, so must not have been much of a fire...wherever it was.
Sunset, Saturday night.
Sunset, Saturday night.
Kathleen and Gregg went camping Friday night, so I milked their goat Friday night and Saturday morning. This is Saturday morning.
Pinky munches away on her grain, paying no attention to what's happening at the back of the bus.
One wrong move of her leg and that could be the end of the milk! But she stood nicely.
The kitten is supervising while I shell peas. Steven had been sitting on the couch in front of me, helping shell peas. 
There are the carrots that were in the wooden box from the root cellar. They're peeled, chopped, and cooked and now they're about to be spread on dehydrator racks.
The goatling is standing on a stump in a willow thicket to reach tastier branches.
This was the sunrise a few days ago. There was a bit of smoky haze in the air, which cleared out after one day, so must not have been much of a fire...wherever it was.
Sunset, Saturday night.
Sunset, Saturday night.
Kathleen and Gregg went camping Friday night, so I milked their goat Friday night and Saturday morning. This is Saturday morning.
Pinky munches away on her grain, paying no attention to what's happening at the back of the bus.
One wrong move of her leg and that could be the end of the milk! But she stood nicely.
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