And So This Is Christmas

It is wet and on the chilly side here in North Central Baja Jorja. The goats are not amused, and are telling us so, with commentary which I've frequently translated as, "It's weee-eeet. Maaake it sto-op." The cows and the horses are rather, "Eh. It's wet." But goats do not like to be wet. The Border Collie Bros, not so much either way. With company they're happy, regardless.

( Friday, Solstice Morning... or some such )

( So much for Friday. )

( And On Christmas Eve )

Where we've been listening to the goats complain about the weather, and folding up clean laundry, and now playing on LJ, and such as all that.