Saturday, July 30, 2011

Cuddles!


Don't worry. Daven is wearing shorts. They are just hidden by the Kai hugs.

Thursday, July 28, 2011

Your terrible poetry of the day.

Oh, give me a home
Where the yaks they do roam
and the chickens they cluck in their coop.
Where the doggie does dance
The cat sleeps on your pants
and they all produce far too much poop.
Home! Home on the range!
Where the mountains loom nearby all day!
Where oft it is heard
An ill-rhyming word
and the puns they flow thickly, Oy Vey.

Sunday, July 24, 2011

This guy? This guy is awesome.


Daven was up at stupid-o-clock, bribing yaks. They had settled in pretty well on our neighbour's land. ("Hey! A hill! We like hills!" "Please stop playing king of the hill and come home.") Because he is fantastic and patient (as evidenced by how he took Kai from a spaz-machine to a cuddle-monster), he had them home before 0700, and repaired all of our neighbour's fences.

I am a lucky girl. :)

Saturday, July 23, 2011

Nrgh.

Leika and Kai are now buddies.

The yaks. You remember the yaks? They have escaped.

They are currently next door, and are non-responsive to coming home.

We are not having a good night.

On the upside, we have the most understanding neighbours ever, who volunteered "Well, it is dark, just leave 'em be for the night and you can try again in the morning." Thank goodness for good neighbours.

Mr Kai is the only non-escaped yak. As an update (since I haven't posted about him in forever), he has weaned himself and is now eating Calf Manna instead of milk, and has discovered cookies. Cookies have made him decide we are not evil demons, and now he will scamper up to us for pets and skritches.

I hope the rest of the yaks are OK. Daven said they looked dehydrated (not surprising with all of the running they've done since they hopped both the 4 strand barbed wire fence and electric fence), and I'm hoping they'll follow the fence down to the big gate we left open for them to come home through. I left a very very bright light on in their paddock for them to follow, if they have the urge.

Arrrrgh!