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#tiny #baby #goat 💕I get get over how adorable she is! She weighs around 5 lbs right now…I never knew goats could be so small!!! 😍 #farm #farmlife #goats #cute #adorable #goatsofinstagram (at Hopkins, Michigan)

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19 with clexa please.

“I can’t believe you grew up on a farm. Did you have a pet goat that slept with you?”

“Clarke.” Lexa pinned her with hard stare as they walked up the dirt road toward her parents’ cow barn.

“What?” Clarke grinned. “It’s just a question, and baby goats are so cute.”

“They are cute,” Lexa said, nodding. “But they also chew everything in sight. I wouldn’t have had any sheets left if I let the goat sleep with me.”

“So you did have a pet goat!”

Casting her eyes toward the sunny sky, Lexa sighed. “Yes, I had a pet goat. She was a Pygora goat. Her name was Fleece, and she was adorable.”

“Was?” Clarke’s eyes grew wide and sad. “Did she die?”

Nodding, Lexa nudged Clarke inside the large barn. “It was a long time ago.”

“I’m sorry I never got to meet Fleece,” Clarke said, bumping Lexa’s shoulder with her own. “Was she white as snow?”

Snorting, Lexa gently shoved Clarke and said, “Come on. I’ll show you how to milk a cow.”

“Oh my god, yes.” Clarke hopped happily along beside her toward the nearest cow stall. “I’ve always wanted to try this.”

“You are so strange.”

“You love me.”

“That I do.”

Clarke finally managed to get a few squirts of milk from Delilah, one of the milking cows, after which Clarke scratched behind her ears and cooed at her. “I love her,” she said. “I’m in love with her. Look at her big pretty eyes. Her eyelashes are better than mine.”

“Her eyelashes are better than everyone’s,” Lexa said, laughing. “Let’s head out back, and you can meet the pigs.”

“Pigs!” Clarke jogged to catch up with Lexa as she took off toward the back of the barn. “How many animals do your parents have?”

“Several.”

“How many is several?”

“More than I care to count.”

“So you grew up feeding pigs and milking cows and having a goat named Fleece?” Clarke was grinning so wide, it looked painful, and Lexa couldn’t help smiling as well.

“Yes.”

“Any chickens?”

“Of course.”

“Horses?”

“Yes.”

“This is a country dream come true, Lexa.” Clarke was thrilled for a hot second before her face scrunched and she cupped her hand over her nose and mouth. “Jesus, what is that smell?”

“That’s the manure pile,” Lexa said. “It’s in the storage unit right over there.” She pointed toward the unit.

Clarke followed with her eyes before looking back at Lexa with her brows furrowed. “You can’t be serious.”

“Dead serious.”

“Your parents store shit? Like literal shit?”

“It’s a great fertilizer.”

“I don’t believe you.”

Lexa sighed and grabbed Clarke by the arm, pulled her toward the unit. When the pile was revealed, Clarke gasped behind her hand and then choked, which only made Lexa laugh until she could hardly breathe. She gasped, herself, though when Clarke suddenly shoved her and Lexa found herself falling.

She hit the pile with a soft thud, felt the thick film of manure press against her cheek and chin, her neck, her body.

“Oh my god, Lexa,” Clarke said. “I didn’t mean–” The words were barely audible through Clarke’s laughing, and Lexa was on her feet in seconds.

She lunged at Clarke, who screamed and jumped away from her.

“No, don’t touch me!”

“Get over here!”

When Clarke took off running, Lexa sprinted after her. “I know this farm like the back of my hand, Clarke. There’s nowhere to hide!”

“Help!” Clarke laughed as she shouted and ran past the cow barn. “Delilah, help me!”

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New babies! Pygmy twins Suzy and Eddie (Oedipus); I’ve got Suzy and my brother has Eddie. They look just like their daddy, Lefty. Born Saturday morning, nice and early of course. And then the white with black spots is Oddball and the brown girl is Elektra (only half siblings lol). They’re a few weeks old now but this weekend was the first time it was warm enough to get them outside. Sadly I couldn’t get a picture of Flower, another pygmy just a day older than the twins. She was too squirmy for pictures, but trust me she’s frikkin adorable.

Okay this is getting a little out of hand. Over 500 notes now.

To ease my guilty conscience I will disclose the source.

This picture came from the backyardherds.com forum. It is of HAIRiet, a goat owned by Rachel Whetzel of Canyonville, OR whose personal website is http://rachelwhetzel.com/

If you think Hairiet is a cutie (as I do) please shoot her an email and tell her.

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Where have I been? Not on goatlings drawing all my goats as characters nope. Or @staisu goats either. Why would I do that?

I love my goats pff- If you have goatlings you should totally add me as a pal my usernames Ruhianna.

ITstheonlythingdistractingmefromnotgettingfallout4wheniknowicantplayitifidogetit.

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Charlie and Olive

Is there anything more heartwarming than an unlikely animal friendship?

Olive the goat was rescued after being found alone and afraid on the side of a road near Bathurst. She was in a pretty bad way when she first arrived at the shelter and had to spend her first night all alone in hospital.

Fortunately, Olive’s health rapidly improved and she was soon ready to go home with one of our amazing foster carers. It was there that she found her new best friend, Charlie the dog.  

Since being introduced, these two have been inseparable. They play together, sleep in their beds next to each other, and Charlie even cleans Olive’s face after she eats.

Stay tuned for future updates on this adorable twosome!