After being gone more than a week, I woke on Sunday morning longing to see the animals. Even though I normally don't go out at first light with my hubby, I donned my coveralls and coat and joined him in the cold.
Lewis & Clark always talk to me as I step out the door onto the breezeway. Always. But I heard nothing. I could see they were fine so I headed to the chicken coop to let them out before rooster woke the neighbors.
Still no chatter from the goat pen. Obviously, I was being given the silent treatment.
"Hello, boys!" I said, leaning over the gate.
And then they replied,
"Who are you?"
"Where is the cute teenage girl that has been
bringing us animal crackers?"
I think they have forgiven me now.
At least they are talking to me again.
But it took a lot of animal crackers!