The Tourists

The two heffies in this photo struck a cherubic pose this afternoon, but they’re not as innocent as they appear. Since Dazzle and Liza are the oldest calves, they and their mamas were the first to be turned out in the pasture yesterday. Well, the mamas went out in the pasture, but these two little free-spirits went here, there, and everywhere, leaving us and their mamas in the dust. Fences didn’t faze them. They’d discovered a big, wide world and fully intended to investigate every inch of it.

I shouldn’t have been surprised. Since day one, Liza has been her own heffie—bold, curious, friendly, and ever busy. She only hangs out with Flame, her mama, when she’s hungry. Last night, Liza was out of the pasture again, checking out the goat shed. She looked in the window and found herself face-to-face with Lolli, the buck. I don’t know if it was his looks, his weird voice, or his smell that scared her, but she high-tailed it back to Flame—for a little while.

The little explorers have stayed contained today, probably because they're just really tired!

Liza (foreground) and Dazzle

“Great is the Lord and highly to be praised; and His greatness is [so vast and deep as to be] unsearchable.” –PSALM 145:3 (AMP)