home again home again

Forget the jigging, I'm fucking tired.

Goats have been acquired and I think are doing ok.

You know, I love the sound of a big diesely engine.  Filling up that big diesely tank every 300 miles, not so much. 

Ferndale is very, very, pretty, and the people are lovely and helpful, and the weather is... kind of soggy.  Reminds me of where?  Ireland, of course. 

Eureka, which I'd always assumed was another of those pretty, quaint little coastal towns turned out to be more of an ugly, grungy middling coastal city.  Sorry to any Eurekans. 

More on goats, and pictures - assuming they survive the night - tomorrow when I'm hopefully less fucking tired.  Right now this little girl is refusing her bottle.  (Just like the boy.  I lack bottle-feeding mojo.)