I need to make a more concerted effort to blog. I’ve been fighting my way out of a very deep depression, and it’s taken me a lot longer than it should have.
Anyway, once again, I find myself with way too many adorable angora goats, and I have got to sell at least 15 or 20.
It’s not that I don’t have enough land, I do. What I don’t have enough of is energy and time for them.
I shall be taking photos of those I want to sell and posting those in the next few weeks. Some need to go with their mama’s. All of them need to go with at least one other goat, unless you are interested in a yearling buck. Those are old enough to manage it you already have a small herd.
None of my goats are registered. But they all have pedigrees and are all colored angora goats or color carriers.
This is a closed herd – meaning the goats do not leave the property where they can come into contact with diseases that are difficult or impossible to eradicate. I do not show them, and that is the main reason they are not registered … I would have to transport them to be inspected to be registered.
Because my goats are not registered, I sell them for a lower price. If you want to go through the registration process, you can do so.
Here are two bucklings born in early February – Amadeus and Wisp.
We have had 13 kids born here at Castle Argghhh Farm since December 21. Eight of those kids are bottle babies, living in the house, wearing diapers. It has been a bit crazy.
I’m going to start moving them to a pen in the garage (which is heated) today, after I feed them and remove diapers and make sure they are cleaned up well. (Diapers can make their little tails get a kind of poopy. Yuck.)
To make things even more interesting, the washing machine broke over a week ago and flooded the laundry room. We are having trouble getting an appliance repairman willing to come out here when there is all of about 1 inch of snow on the ground. I got a promise that they will show up tomorrow. We’ll see – there is 1/2 inch of snow forecast overnight, and I’m betting they will chicken out.
Just when did adults in our country become so pussified? Seriously, driving in the snow is no big deal, or at least it should not be! We have not had a blizzard or 2 feet of snow. We have had a couple of 1 to 2 inch snows, the roads have been cleared, and yet, the repair service is all scared about coming to fix something. Phooey.
This is a lovely Christmas story.
Source: Walmart is a Holy Land
Great post from Sarah Hoyt. Let’s hope this will not be the future of our children’s children’s children.
So now people are afraid to report Middle Eastern men suddenly showing up because they don’t want to be guilty of profiling.
A man who has been working in the area said he noticed a half-dozen Middle Eastern men in the area in recent weeks, but decided not to report anything since he did not wish to racially profile those people.“We sat around lunch thinking, ‘What were they doing around the neighborhood?’” he said. “We’d see them leave where they’re raiding the apartment.”
Source: Authorities Search Redlands Home Tied To Suspect Syed Farook « CBS Los Angeles
For some stupid reason, I had forgotten about this excellent blog. I will not forget it again.
The brave student federation at UniOtt took to heart the progressive definition of cultural appropriation,Taking intellectual property, traditional knowledge, cultural expressions, or artifacts from someone else’s culture without permission. This can include unauthorized use of another culture’s dance, dress, music, language, folklore, cuisine, traditional medicine, religious symbols, etc. It’s most likely to be harmful when the source community is a minority group that has been oppressed or exploited in other ways or when the object of appropriation is particularly sensitive, e.g. sacred objects. In the United States, cultural appropriation almost always involves members of the dominant culture (or those who identify with it) “borrowing” from the cultures of minority groups. African Americans, Asian Americans, Native Americans and indigenous peoples generally tend to emerge as the groups targeted for cultural appropriation. Black music and dance, Native American fashions, decorations and cultural symbols and Asian martial arts and dress have all fallen prey to cultural appropriation.
Source: The DiploMad 2.0: Thoughts On Cultural Appropriation: Eat Tacos or the Terrorists Win!
The disastrously uncoordinated response to the refugee crisis had already discredited the notion that this was a unified federation in which all member states had an equal voice. The grand verbiage of solidarity and cooperation simply dissolved when faced with a global humanitarian disaster – precisely the sort of event which the whole edifice was originally constructed to avert. And then, with Paris, it became horrifyingly obvious that the open borders policy – the most sacred of the EU founding principles – was unsustainable. As Abdelhamid Abaaoud and his army of butchers had clearly known all along, and the migrant-traffickers were able to promise their desperate customers, once you set foot on the holy ground of Europe you may as well be invisible.
Source: When will our leaders face up to the truth that the EU is a gigantic sham? – Telegraph
Each community insists on being governed in its own way and Brussels, historically a French-speaking city in the midst of a Dutch-speaking countryside, has been a particularly thorny issue in Belgian politics. One compromise has been to divide power down to tiny districts and communities; as this NYT piece notes, 19 municipal zones are divided into six police ‘zones’ cover a city of one million people. The result is that many parts of the capital are hardly policed at all. Meanwhile, despite the famously high social aspirations and exalted rhetoric about integration and opportunity that one hears from Europeans lavishly praising their social model, somehow generation after generation of immigrants stagnates in a toxic atmosphere of exclusion, unemployment, and crime.
Source: The City of the Whited Sepulchres – The American Interest
I’ve always known that I was adopted. It was never a secret or held from me.
Source: Why Adoption Is the Biggest Blessing of Them All — Medium
I was adopted also, and although I’m a day late for National Adoption Day, this writer’s experience exactly mirrors mine.
There are a lot of so-called pro-abortion feminists who insist that abortion is a better option than adoption. No lie. I’ve been told by a member of the National Organization for Women that I would have been better off aborted.
Anyway, please, if you are pregnant and are not ready to be a mom, please consider adoption. Yes, it is a sacrifice, but that fetus is a baby, who deserves a chance. If you are not willing to give your creation a chance, please give up a few months of your life to give that child life. If you don’t want that child, there are so many wonderful couple who will take that child and make him or her part of their family.