72 to 43

It is 72 degrees here now and the high tomorrow will be 43, so they say.  Winter must be here.

Last week, George moved an old hog building up from Frank's place.  It was one that Floyd built.  He got it all the way up to Son's driveway intact, but instead of leaving it there he brought it on across the garden and up the other side of the house.  It fell apart then.  He has it all stacked under the oak tree at the edge of our yard and says he is going to put it back together for a goat shed.  I am not optimistic,

Saturday, we are going to try to take some of the smaller nannies to the sale a Marble.  Then we are going to buy a new billy, either at the sale, or from Kelly's neighbor.  I guess if we are going to raise goats, we need a billy.  I am wanting to sell all the pointed ear small goats except for Bertha and Lady Grey, but it really depends on how many we get loaded.

Bus is home, got to go.