Girl with a puppy tattoo.

Lazy Sunday afternoon.

Sunset in my winter garden.

My paleo lunch (kids had it in a tortilla).

Sunset

Damon's basketball tournament.  Horrible lighting=horrible pictures.  I need to learn to compensate.

We wanna come too.

Campbell's basketball tournament.

I went to put another scoop of feed in the chicken's tube feeder.  

Happy Hockey Day in Canada 2012!

"Sleeping Beauty" doing some winter foraging.

Can't you just picture the dialogue?  Puck and Lily come to an agreement every morning.

Puck, awesome weather this week.

Making a fast buck

Sampson, returned to us in January, he was a little bit late, I had hoped to have him here in late November or early December.  This is a bit late for breeding, this is last minute.

This time he is all grown up and smells disgusting.  In case you didn't know, bucks or unneutered male goats smell like, well they smell like NOTHING else.  BLECH.  GAG.  Anyway, with a scarf pulled up around my nose and mouth, Sampson is a very nice boy.  He fits right in with the girls, they really do enjoy his company.  And now I am seeing forensic evidence in the goat barn that make me hopeful.  But I am not seeing much of the gross, and frankly weird, buck foreplay.  You know, like tongue flapping, pawing or blubbering.  Let's not forget everybody's favourite, spraying pee on their own faces.  *shudder*

After my disappointment last year, shall I dare to be this hopeful?

Good morning Sampson.  The kids love his new big boy unibrow.

Moving a whale skull, box contains the lower jaw.

Rigging at a museum. Guest photographer - Matt

Lily, she loves it when I bring the camera into the goat yard.

My chickens make it so hard to stay humble!

Snowhenge.  I wish I had taken a picture of this before the balmy temperatures claimed it.