We started the morning with a simple challenge: build a zero-dollar coop for the chickens we don't have yet ("I'm not gonna spend $800 on supplies to build some elaborate thing just so we can save $3 a week on eggs" -Tommy). With this pile of construction debris still rotting away in the middle of our pole barn...
and this lonely corner right over here...
Tommy is going to create something totally usable for my most favorite price: free ninety-free. But it's not done yet, so you'll just have to wait to see the finished product, but I gotta tell you- it's ingenious.
Then, halfway through the afternoon we got a call: our baby goat who we had never met had been born a week ago and he was ready for visitors and did we have time to go and see him sometime soon and Ohmygoshareyoukiddingme? Of course we have time! How about we come over this very second?!?!? Okay fine, the very second our big girls get home from school?!?!?
Oh yes, I know. I know! He is just the most precious tiny nugget of goatiness you have ever seen in all of your days on this earth, isn't he? His name is Lucky and he is a perfect little Toggenburg buck.
His mama was there too, just as sweet as can be. He pranced around and nursed and let everyone carry him around like he was a glorified plush toy, and oh, oh, oh we are all...just...smitten.
And not only do our sweet friends have goats, they also have a mixed flock of 13 free-range chickens...
who were cute and docile and quite happy to exit the scene when our boy arrived wielding his super-secret spy binoculars.
They gathered fresh eggs for us in this impossibly cute basket...
..and packed them up all safe and sound for us to bring home and enjoy.
Sigh.
Awesome.