billy himin

While we were gone camping, a couple of sad things happened. Horsey Girl graciously offered to watch the farm during our absence. She came home to some disturbing situations. First off the orange cats decided to behave like teenagers having a kegger while their parents were out of town. They killed a couple of birds IN the house, leaving blood and feathers everywhere.

Secondly, our old wether goat, Billy, passed away.



You might remember Billy Himin as Holly Homin's brother. Billy had been losing weight for awhile; the vet checked him out but could find no explanation. He got a runny nose but seemed happy and was eating fine. But alas, the trouble must have been deeper. We will never know.



Billy was a sweet, funny guy, not as mean as his sister. He loved playing games like "tip the wheelbarrow full of manure" and "chew and slobber on whatever tools we are trying to use". He relished getting all up in your space and then burping audibly, followed by a distinctly green and grassy odor. And if you ever left the gate open a crack, you could bet your last dollar he'd make a run for it, but never going too far past the flower pots on the deck.



He fulfilled his destiny here on the ranch, first as a companion to our old horse Fanny, then as king of the brush eaters. We will miss his steady presence. Farewell sweet brother Bill.

What is remembered, lives.