Goats are beavers too

Yesterday was the annual McFamily Christmas extravaganza and it did not disappoint. Highlights included R, who is just shy of two months old, falling asleep in my arms while clutching my dress in one of his wee fists, and Uncle D, who is a few years shy of 80, telling me about how he narrowly escaped injury this fall in the woods behind his house.

He'd been working his way through what turned out to be 18 cords of firewood, all culled from his big backyard, when he heard a cracking sound. Suddenly a ginormous tree came crashing down too close for comfort! Once Uncle D recovered from the shock he noticed nibble marks around a lot of tree trunks. It was the goats! Though they get milked in the kitchen, they are wild beasts at heart.