A goat summer or l'été with les chèvres

Somehow I've been spending a lot of time with goats. That's Marshall, the white one who I've misnamed in a previous post and Capucchino behind him who's the queen chèvre of the pen. 

Luxurious quarters that overlook sunflowers, fields of harvested hay for their fellow horses. These chèvres eat organic veggies and even branches from the rosebushes.

Sunflowers nod in the breeze and the bench invites a pause.

Even a deux chevaux and zinnia's nearby.

The day topped off with an apero nearby and I wanted to catch the light hitting a glass of white wine.  Like the French countryside.

But when I walked outside the bistro it felt like I'd stepped into a Spanish village. 

 The white stucco buildings.

 Tiled timeworn steps.

Where do you think this was?

Cara - Tuesday somewhere

Summer farm-style

The last few weekends we've visited my friends 'farm'. Or maybe it's a zoo since several of the goats and Jenny, the cow, come from a petting zoo. 

 Clifford is the white goat.

 My friend harvested the hay from her field for the horses.

 This should get the horses halfway through the winter feeding.

 Bentley the pig thinks he's a dog.

 Not only are geese good watch 'dogs' but the goat Alfred attacks if he doesn't get celery.

 The miniature llama takes a look and runs away.

 Rasmus is milked and provides incredible goat cheese.

 The duck couple watch the cock.

 Who helped provide these eggs.

That's life in the farm/zoo.

Cara - Tuesday