So warm and sunny that we didn't wear gloves. 👍👍👼🎉
We are often asked if Josie and Elvis think they are goats. The answer is most definitely NOT. Ginger on the other hand does think she is a dog...
The wise elders: Luna & Stella
Nothing better than a taste of fresh snow.
Surely goats, too, dream of the summer flowers underneath all this snow, right?
Mother daughter conversations.
Nutmeg & her friends await Sunday happy hour.
Steamy snow spa day at the farm.
After a short and pleasant morning dusting the sun came out and it felt like heaven.
It felt practically balmy outside today, so we played around a little.
Woodsy and her daughter, Poplar. I'm so in awe of all of our creatures. It has been a rough stretch of winter here and feel very lucky to be on the other side of all of this cold snap with all accounted for.
Fun fact: our Laura goat - pictured here with her grandmother, mother and sister in the background - is named after artist Laura Owens. I was obsessed with her paintings in college (still am) and knowing she went to Calarts is one of the things that drove me to go there too. While farming has taken a powerful axe through my studio practice, I am still super duper excited to see her retrospective currently up at the Whitney. Go check it out too if you're in the city.
Nighthawk crossing the frozen tundra en route to his ladies.
Though they always have the option, the goats do not choose to sleep in the barn unless it is very cold and windy outside. Today is certainly one of those days.
Goat. Goat. Goat. Cat.
Winnie & Twig. Another mom daughter duo that are always right next to one another, night after night, year after year.