I just got home from a trip down south to attend a baby shower for our daughter and celebrate my mother's 80th birthday. Had a great time at the events, my daughter glows with a healthy pregnancy and my mom was in good spirits too. My DIL, Jo, and I, also had a great time getting mani/pedis and going shopping. We both tired of it after a couple of days though and were ready to head home to our houses on the hill.
This morning I headed down to the barn excited to see my cats and chickens and goats and horses and cows only to find the 2 youngest goats, Lily and Billy, missing. Oh no. We had friends staying at our house and they didn't mention any missing goats and Eric the Bold was at the ranch as well and didn't mention anything amiss. After a bit of searching I found them both floating in the little pond by the barn. Dead. I wonder what happened? So bizarre. Now, we have to go pull them out somehow. It really deflates my day.
But it looks like the sun will soon shine, after the fog burns away, and I think it might be just the right day to go for winter horse ride. It is still good to be home. There is no place like home.