The barn’s roof is almost finished. (Jonny says I need to call it a mini-barn. I suggested “barn-ette.”) To cap off a day full of small disasters, I got the van stuck in a friend’s driveway during the last hour of daylight and Jonny had to stop working to come and rescue me. He teased me a little, but was mostly a good sport. And the truth is that he was running out of roofing panels anyway, so he wouldn’t have been finished that day even if I hadn’t gotten myself in trouble.
We got a LOT of snow yesterday. The baby goats had fun romping in it, but my dear big girls (I can’t stand to keep them a secret any longer. I’ll introduce them properly very soon.) weren’t quite so keen on being out in it. They followed me around while I filled their hay bag, but were happy to head back into their (temporary) house.
The barn-ette is for them.
(insert Ginny giggling)
Actually, they are just going to have their own housing elsewhere, separate from the girls. Mark my words, I plan to have them out of the house in a few days despite their immense cuteness.