Children of the Corn

No this is not a story about some creepy, spooky children in some isolated town in the country.  This is a little story about the first sweet corn of the season and how good life can be...
Although we don't grow sweet corn at My Happy Acres, we are happy to refer people to the farm stand just down the road from us for some of the finest, freshest, most delicious sweet corn grown in New York.
What makes this corn so good, is it's almost guaranteed that the corn you purchase right now, was picked less than just a few hours ago.  That means that those lovely complex sugars have not started to break down as the picked corn ages.  The reason some corn on the cob (aka Wally world) tastes bland and chewy is that it was picked days and days ago.  The other reason is over cooking.  Real sweet corn only takes about three minutes, plunged into rolling boiling water, to cook.  I like mine with just a touch of butter.

Although the girls would love some fresh corn, too much corn is bad for little goat tummies.  Instead they get something better: the green shucks and silks.  Fluffy and Franny dove into leaves with gusto.  Fluffy carefully picked out the silks to eat first, while Franny preferred the tender inner leaves. 

"Yum! Yum! Crunch! Chunch! Thanks Mom!"

Dorothy waited patiently, then helped herself to a bouquet, tossing it about to break off a few choice bits.  Little Jellybean watched her sisters, then took a big crunchy mouthful, bleating gleefully bite after bite.

"those goats are spoiled!"

 Not to be neglected, the girls out in Chickenland also recieved their share: when the people finish their corn, the cobs are given to Missy and her girls to pick clean.  Happy days for all the children in the corn!

After the rain

It rained most of the day yesterday, leaving the girls standing at the door of the barn singing, 'Rain, rain go away...', although I think some people would only hear, 'maaaaaaa! ma-maaaaaa!  ma-maaaaaa!'  This morning, just after breakfast, everyone came busting out of the barn, anxious to go outside to play.
After a few mouthfuls of fresh grass, they were bouncing around again.  Up and down on the turned over feed buckets, up and down on the pans & pales.  After a brief game of tag, it was up and down on the goat hut.

The temps are pleasant this morning.  A happy day for happy goats.

Up on the house top, the goat feet pause...

Wanted to share this: DH made a wonderful little shade shelter for the girls.  This morning, while configuring their new pasture, the shelter was hauled from the work barn to the field.  Just after breakfast, the girls headed out to investigate their new grazing area.  Within minutes, Jellybean was up on the roof (and jumping off), Fluffy was seeing if she could push it around by rubbing against it, and the twins were trying to decide who was going to be first to investigate this new thing.

Hi MOM!  Can you see us?  Can you? MAAAAAAA! Look how high we are!

I wonder how long it will be before they realize that the goat hut was put out there to give them a little shade during the day?  right now it seems to be just a great toy to climb on.