This is Coriander. One of my favorites (Shhh. Don't tell the others). When I go into the pasture to pick oranges (of which I probably eat seventeen a day - poor, poor teeth) she follows me around prodding at me with her nose. As soon as I pick an orange and place it in my bucket she sticks her head in the bucket, removes the orange, and drops it on the ground. Then she gives me a look of deep consternation as if to say, 'What are you playing at? I can't eat that.' This goes on for some time. Orange into the bucket. Orange out of the bucket. Consternation. Orange into the bucket. Orange out of the bucket. Consternation.
When I have done, and all of my dewy oranges are now covered in mud, I replace them into the bucket and, on my way out of the field, stop at a macadamia nut tree to pull a branch to within Coriander's reach. She'll chew on it for as long as I stand there holding it for her, and always looks a little shocked when I let go.
She is such a princess.
She is so cute.
Here she is, having just gotten her vaccines, enjoying a special treat.
Cutest. Thing. Ever.
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
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I am jealous of your goat. I long to be held in place and fed tasty items, and I also long to follow you around removing the oranges from your bucket stealing your macadamia nuts. And, like your goat, I would like to do it naked. Goats get all of the fun.
She is darling! The way her chewing ceases while she smells her friend and then begins again.
I can understand why you're pals.
That's what tara did to me when we first met. Love at first sniff.
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