Sweetfern, Comptonia peregrina, is neither sweet nor a fern, but is one of my favorite plants. It looks like something the dinosaurs would have walked through, and smells like all the warmest, spiciest, most magical aromas of imagination.
Someday I've got to pull out pictures from her arrival here, and see how the horns compare. Two of her daughters are now the same age LeShodu was when I brought her home from Maine!
"Her" name, actually - this is the foundation doe of my little herd. She's the only one not named for a plant that was leafing out or blooming when the goat was born, since she came here as a 6-year-old. (And turned a venerable 13 in May of this year!) That pose is exactly as you describe...she doesn't always deign to come down from her lofty perch in the "stilt barn," but when she hears any sort of activity - like goats beginning to gather when I enter a paddock - she will stick her head out to survey the situation. She doesn't always decide it is worth her while, but carrot pennies generally guarantee a spritely descent :)
She's never gotten caught in the doorway, but I think LeShodu is VERY aware of her horns at all times. Sometimes it's a problem with the younger goats and the fences, especially because their horns are growing so much.
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Hi LeShoda. Friday morning here on the other side of the world. Hope all is well.
ReplyDeleteSo you are "ahead" of me! I'm never quite sure who is in which day, although I ought to be able to remember it by now.
DeleteOops! Sorry, LeShodu :)
ReplyDeleteI won't tell ;)
DeleteNeat photo
ReplyDeleteThanks :)
DeleteLove the horns on that goat!
ReplyDeleteSomeday I've got to pull out pictures from her arrival here, and see how the horns compare. Two of her daughters are now the same age LeShodu was when I brought her home from Maine!
DeleteLooks like someone's knocked on the door and he'd poked his head out to say, "Yes?" I take it LeShoudu is his name?
ReplyDelete"Her" name, actually - this is the foundation doe of my little herd. She's the only one not named for a plant that was leafing out or blooming when the goat was born, since she came here as a 6-year-old. (And turned a venerable 13 in May of this year!) That pose is exactly as you describe...she doesn't always deign to come down from her lofty perch in the "stilt barn," but when she hears any sort of activity - like goats beginning to gather when I enter a paddock - she will stick her head out to survey the situation. She doesn't always decide it is worth her while, but carrot pennies generally guarantee a spritely descent :)
DeleteDoes she ever get her horns caught in the doorway? In this photo she looks as though she's playing peek a boo.
ReplyDeleteShe's never gotten caught in the doorway, but I think LeShodu is VERY aware of her horns at all times. Sometimes it's a problem with the younger goats and the fences, especially because their horns are growing so much.
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