The middle of July brought me Smith and Wesson, a pair of pygmy goats. And they are twins even though they look nothing alike. Smith is the little white one and he's rather spoiled since he was the tiniest of all the goats at the farm. Face it, he's just cute as a button and the most loveable little fellow there is. Then Wesson, he will hopefully be finding a girlfriend in the fall so that we can have babies come spring.
The coyotes have been a pain in the you know what this year. I started the spring with two ducks, five hens and a rooster. Now, all I have is Moe the House Hen. You might say she is 'chicken' to go outside by herself at night so she has taken up residence in a dog crate in my living room at night. And, she thinks she's the queen of the house. You can find her snatching pizza or noodles or even peanut butter sandwiches right off of plates or sitting in places where she keeps a watchful eye out for poor little Oscar. Who is chicken of her because she runs up and pecks him every chance she gets. Heaven forbid if he tries to get a scrap off someone's dinner plate when they are done because she will chase him away.
But, I am writing. And I hope to have a new release at the beginning of September. Maybe, I should say WILL have a new release. The book is titled Saved by Luke and is a western romance inspired by my recent trip out west. Keep an eye out right here on my page for new release information. I'm kind of loving the story.
I'm off for a trip this weekend to Nashville, TN to promote Wild Deadwood Tales Anthology which, as I said in an earlier blog post, all the proceeds go to support the Western Sports Foundation. If you are in Nashville this weekend, look me up at the rodeo because I'd really love to meet you!
I hope you enjoy the pics from my little place of heaven...