Musings

Troop doin’s

Here’s a goat picture, although the story of the day regarding The Troops was that Sheepie got tangled up, and we called the owner to free him, so that became a non-story. I was holding off on posting until the Sheepie story resolution, and plum forgot to tell the story. Now it’s a late-breaking story?

Bezoar ibex descendant

The troops are very aware of us whenever we stand in the back windows, or pass by their fence going in or out.

Note the horizontal pupils….

Browser in action

Am I posting a disproportionate number of photos of this goat? Possibly. It isn’t a photogenic issue, it’s posing…and light, also, I suppose.

The Odd Ovine

Meet Sheepie. That’s what we call him. He’s an outlier of sorts, hanging with five goats (and no other sheep). They all tolerate each other, but that’s the most you can say.

Goat tales/tails

Morning cud chewing.

Afternoon relaxation (and cud chewing).

Evening snacking. [That’s Sheepie on the far right.]

Accuracy issue

Tuesday, Apple announced product upgrades…including to AppleWatches. I have last-year’s model, and I’m glad to have it, but I don’t believe it is accurate in recording several data types. For some years, it has been complaining about excessive sound levels nearly every time I take a shower…and at no other time (not that I spend time around amps). I have decided this has to do with water hitting the watch and not the sound in the shower space…so I ignore it.

Experiments

This is from experiments with the photo program.

This is a backlit experiment…with the shadow of another sprig.

One goat is off browsing

Species identification quiz: you can see four goats and one sheep. One (small) goat is in the right foreground, and blends with the surroundings. Sheepie is the larger beast near the back.

It takes a (goat) village

The gang sure likes to eat this bush. Whatever it is, it’s a volunteer, and scraggly, and I don’t care about it. Today I saw how they’re eating so high up. The medium brown billy with his back to us gets up on his hind legs and brings a branch down, and the pair of smaller goats starts munching on the now low branch. Then, the billy carefully adjusts his hold so he can munch, too.

Speaking truth…

Tired. Spacey. Nothing more than that. [Delayed post.]