This morning I hit the "sleep" button at 5:15, only to have the alarm wake me up again 9 minutes later. So unfair.
I got up, dragged myself through my morning chores and routine, even though it wasn't really morning yet. The sun wasn't up, after all. It was drizzling rain and I hoped it wouldn't rain on us all day while we picked blueberries. There are two most common extremes for berry-picking-- burning sun or pouring rain. Usually, it's one or the other.
I drove to a friend's house to pick up her two 8 year old boys to help with the picking (since my dear friend just had a baby and is not yet up to berry picking) and then drove to another friend's house to pick her up.
I had spent a 45 minutes in the car already, and we weren't even at the berry farm yet! So we drove another 45 minutes. Thankfully, the rain stopped, though the bushes were still drenched, so we managed to get soaked well enough.
We picked for 3 1/2 hours and got 75 pounds of blueberries!
(That is not 75 pounds in that picture. It's just my 15-pound take... Wish I had taken a picture of all those berries together, though!)
After we were done picking and ate some lunch, we decided we hadn't spend nearly enough time in the car, so we drove yet another hour further north...
...to buy a goat!
After which I retraced my steps (tire rotations?) back home to get my new girl settled in.
Oh, and my van stinks.
Like goat pee.
She's very sweet and friendly, gives a flood of milk (I know because it all ended up all over my milk stand when she started to dance and put a foot in the bucket!), and she's a little camera-shy.
She also doesn't have a name.
I mean, she does... the name on her papers... "Twiggy Shins Black Baby".
Not sure I've ever heard a worse one...
I mean, ya might as well call her "Rumplestiltskin."
So I need to give her a real name. Some thing I can call her. Something sweet and feminine, because that's what she is.
Since my other girl is "Cappuccino", I thought maybe I should continue with the coffee theme. "Espresso" is the obvious choice. But that's doesn't exactly roll off the tongue now does it? Neither does "Starbucks". Nathan said, "Call her 'Dark Roast' and we'll call her 'Darky' for short." and I said, "Um... nah."
So then I thought, a cappuccino drink has milk in it, right? (Right?) So maybe the theme should be "milk" since that's what I have them for. Buuut... nothing comes to mind. She's black so maybe I should go with something chocolaty... "Cocoa?" But she's not really that color...
Or I could give her a name from the Columbia River Gorge, like "Rowena" or "Celilo"...
Or maybe I should just give her a froofy, feminine name like "Daphne" or "Fiona".
Or maybe I could hang it all and call her "That Black Goat".
Yeah, so I'm having trouble with this.
Okay, dear reader, this is your chance to weigh in with your favorite goat name! I'm counting on you to come up with some good ones!