When I first got Robbyn she was meant to be a loaner for a couple of months because the lawn mower was still needed in Melbourne while the house was on the market - it didn't ever get used but that's a whole 'nother story...
... then I was given the opportunity to buy / rescue Rosie, and so a goat shed became something of a necessity.
It was done fast and cheap with what was on hand or could be scrounged, and looked as though a strong puff of wind might bring the roof down but it did the trick.
Quite possibly Rosie and Robbyn might, on occasion, have wished for quarters that were a tad roomier ... and didn't leak ... and maybe had a little more protection from every icy blast ... but hey, they weren't complaining
and then Rowan and Ruby arrived.
They were tiny
they didn't take up a lot of room
but here's the thing
cute wee kids grow into bloody great goats
so for a while it's been a bit squeezy up there
but not any more
On Wednesday, Robyne and Paul [ he who gives my girls their periodic pedicures ] came over for the day and Casa Caprine has sprouted a whole new extension.
I didn't think to get any shots of the man at work [ bad blogger ... BAD ] but here's Rob [left] and Jeanette ["do you have to do that?" yes, Jeanette, I do ] who popped in to knit with us for a while and stayed for some lunch. There was knitting, crocheting, quilt talk, cat cuddling, many cuppas, all in a nice warm house while Mr Independant banged and crashed around and generally had a wonderful time.
"hello ... what's this?"
"when did this happen?"
"Thankyou Uncle Paul!"