tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261918990960241225.post8702223746258103483..comments2023-12-24T07:03:54.887-04:00Comments on Oasis Writing Link™: Cin-Cin's StoryCynthia Pittmannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12656761837022197235noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261918990960241225.post-18574166148959002992008-12-19T21:06:00.000-04:002008-12-19T21:06:00.000-04:00Willow, thank you for coming over to view my oasis...Willow, thank you for coming over to view my oasis; I hope you know that the little goat does grow big! Maybe you saved yourself a lot of trouble.Cynthia Pittmannhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12656761837022197235noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261918990960241225.post-77034847237744747212008-12-14T12:57:00.000-04:002008-12-14T12:57:00.000-04:00I love Tasha Tudor and am so envious because I alw...I love Tasha Tudor and am so envious because I always wanted to have a little goat. Your comment over at my place just made my day!! Thank you. :)Tess Kincaidhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04889725786678984293noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261918990960241225.post-33611771506795347482008-12-12T22:40:00.000-04:002008-12-12T22:40:00.000-04:00You know that Cin-Cin was named after her adopted ...You know that Cin-Cin was named after her adopted mother-me!(as I was named after my own mother, Sue (my middle name) ---and my sisters, too...all were named Sue (in the middle)! My brother was named after our father, too. (Sometimes we would tease him and add Mom's name to his as well!) Naturally, Cin-Cin had to be completely-narcissistic-ally loved by me...gosh, what is that insistance in the name, Cin-Cin, Mark? Whatever do you mean? -or I beg your pardon!!?Cynthia Pittmannhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12656761837022197235noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261918990960241225.post-85386033562022424262008-12-11T20:16:00.000-04:002008-12-11T20:16:00.000-04:00Cynthia, CinCin seems to be an insistent command. ...Cynthia, CinCin seems to be an insistent command. I suppose a goat needs a goat. I remember my cousin had a goat that was in love with his horse and every time he took the horse out riding or to a field where she hung out with other horses the goat would cry. It would also butt your but if you bent over to pick something up in her presence. They had had another goat but they had to get rid of it and a nursery school took it for their herd of goats and a few times we stopped are bikes on the way to visit his brother and he, his wife, and his four sons would pet the goat, which of course knew them. I was perhaps 52 the last time I saw all of it. The idyll began when they bought a house near a forest. Karen's garden, which I loved, went to make the corral for the horse. The horse was named Sikka, which was Icelandic for girl and she was an Icelandic horse, short, strong, good natured. It also has a sad ending. My cousin's appendix became infected and exploded and he spent months in the hospital and never had the strength again to have a horse or goats. Karen had a nervous breakdown which left her diminished and she lives in a halfway house. Lars could not afford the taxes on the property and after buying Karen out, he sold half of it and is building a smaller house on the other half. <BR/> I still remember trying to get the chicken in (they would hide behind the only plant left by the goat in the chicken yard, which was burning nettle and foolishly I would try to grab them and inevitably my hand would feel like it was on fire when I got the nettle instead. No wonder the goat left it alone. But as I was chasing and coaxing the chickens, I had to be careful of my back because if I bent over it would butt me and send me head first to the ground. If the chickens didn't get in, the fox would kill them. <BR/> Cynthia, my older sister was in 4-H but she could not have an animal project. She refurnished a table. I never did 4-H.Markhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09120445180158376523noreply@blogger.com