Nobody saw this was coming… (Ha!)
We have a goat in the house, again. Beatrix says her broken heart is healed now.
I wanted to name him Inky, after a favorite goat I knew as a child, but was overruled. The mini-Nubian buckling we brought home over the weekend needed a name related to Robin Hood, according to my children. And I guess they were right. The obvious first choice was Friar Tuck, but then Seth suggested Ivanhoe, mentioning that Robin Hood is in the book Ivanhoe, by Sir Walter Scott. The kids all preferred Ivanhoe to my lame suggestion, so our house goat has a fancy name.
Ivanhoe is learning to sleep in laps and play the piano; neither one being important goat skills. We’re hoping that he will make a good companion for Robin Hood as soon as he’s big enough to join him. In the meantime, I think all of our hearts are mending.