It’s Saturday Night Live around here every day. We have chickens tap dancing across the lawn, roosters who think they’re Irish, goat kids who try Russian folk dances around the fields, and occasionally I do a little break dance (aka falling on my… behind).
Today we feature the Romeo of the Roost, our handsome Prince of Peafowl, Sir Peacock of Prance, waltzing around the aviary.
During the day he periodically prances about, trying to entice one of his harem with his lovely fan of feathers. He sashays around the aviary, looking for love. Finally, he tires and has to let his feathers fall.
This frenetic activity will continue for some time yet, as he dances his courtship during the day, and gives raucous cries at night, telling the world he’s looking for love.
It’s Desperate Housewives meets Dancing With the Stars.
I looked out about 2:30am to see snow on the ground. When The Farmer got up to go to work, I got dressed in layers of warm clothes and went out to take pictures. I’ve got a bunch I’ll put up later, but right now I want to feature our goat kids kicking up their heels and having fun.
The cold weather doesn’t seem to bother these little guys. They’re jumping and playing and running as fast as their little legs will carry them. Just check out the little video below:
The twin goat kids will be 1 week old tomorrow. It doesn’t take them long, however, to start jumping and skipping around all over the place. This morning when I put some hay in the pen for their Mama, they decided it would be fun to crawl all over it.Making a mountain out of a molehill…. uh, hay pile.
Goat mothers must be very long-suffering, because their kids are full of antics!
Most of the time Cinnamon just keeps on eating and ignores her youngsters shenanigans.
Kids! They get into everything!
Every once in a while, they do stop long enough for a scratch or to take a nap.
Hold on a second! I’ve got an itch.
Whew, I’m tired. How about a little nap?
They’re mighty cute little guys, and at least while they’re little, they don’t cause much real trouble. That comes later, when they hit the goat equivalent of teenager and adulthood. Then it’s find every hole in the fence you can – or make one! Find ways to open gates at every opportunity! See if you can break into the feed room or hay storage!
That’s when cute becomes incorrigible. And I’m not kidding!