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A Donovan Family Reunion... least of the Gunners in the family.
Three old artillerymen are walking on the ramp. First one says, “Windy, isn’t it?”

Second says, “No, it's Thursday!”

Third one says, “So am I. Let's go get a beer.”
That would be 2LT John T. Donovan, Colonel Timothy H. Donovan, and Major John H. Donovan, Redlegs all.


Feels like my life sometimes.

You have a good legacy Mr Donovan.
Is the reason you're up so early the result of your Army training or that you've morphed into farmers. And, which one of the Donovans is in charge of PT at this hour.
 The exterior guard is in charge of PT at this hour.  I have morphed into a farmer, kind of, but mostly, I'm usually up pretty early because Barnacle wants to be fed at 5 am. She's a very load, whiney cat.
A load of what? Or just, plain "a load"...?
Ms. Beth, I avoid the cats waking me up by feeding them before bedtime.  Thus can they eat at their leisure and I can rest at mine.
Mike - they get fed every twelve hours... which hour shifts of course, with Congress' legislative assaults on the Sun.  Barney has a very finely tuned internal clock.
Fourth artilleryman joins the group. "Pet a steer?  This ain't no kiddy zoo."
Hmmm.  I wonder how far we could take this, JW - before it either got naughty or Nazi...
Oh, I meant that Barney is a realy loud kitty.  She has some Siamese in her.  Whine, whine, whine, punch, punch, punch, get out of bed and feed me!!!

Is the steer's name "Norman"?  Hard to milk those kind of bovines!!
 I should have gone out to check the barn earlier -we have a new little kid, a buckling - and kidding season at Castle Argghhh!!! Farm is now officially over!
Once a 24 for my girls.  They're not gobblers and there's no dogs about to snatch up their food, so they just snack throughout the day.
Yay - and SWWBO refers only to goats.  The snarkage around *here* will continue unabated.
Is that the Castle version of "The beatings will continue until morale improves"?
So Beth, "the kidding season" is a reference to what? Goats having kids? Someone pulling your leg? And how is it officially over? Did all the females have a kid so none is with child? And what is the name of a female goat? A sheep is a ewe but a female goat is not a goatess, is it?

Just kidding.

Oooops...I guess kidding season is not over.
 Go for it, Fish! Next, you could be picking up chicks.

 Fishmugger, currently the proper term for a female goat is a doe.  A male goat is a buck.  Back in the day, girls were called nanny goats and boys were called billy goats, but now, one must use the proper terminology.

I'm quite happy to say that this is the first year that all does got knocked up and successfully kidded.  2 doelings and 2 bucklings.  Those are the proper terms for baby girl goats and baby boy goats.

As far as chicks, oh, we have or will have chicks, peachicks, ducklings and keets, but if you want to pick up something fowl here, I would suggest, plead, pay you, to pick up Acorn, a tiny, yet very evil little Japanese Bantam Rooster, who has managed to draw blood (mine) on several occassions.  I have not been able to catch the little blood sucker, and I'm not sure I have the guts to kill him.  But someone should!
"Doe, a deer, a female deer."

I have yet to decide if Beth is running the farm or the critters have taken over.  I guess Beth is still running it, as she's Mistress of the Comestibles.  If I hear about kids with guns in Kansas I'll know I'm in error.  That would mean Beth is actually Slave of the Comestibles instead.

If we ask her bleary-eyed at 5 in the morning, I wonder which title Beth will adopt?
I am an old-fashioned guy, and as far as I am concerned, the girl goats are nanny goats, and the boy goats are billy goats. "Doe" and "Buck" refer to deer and bunny rabbits.
I have not been able to catch the little blood sucker, and I'm not sure I have the guts to kill him. But someone should!

Given the firepower in and around the Castle, I'd think that would be quite achieveable.  But Mister Armorer, sir... I think that request smacks of "Will no one rid me of this turbulent priest chicken?"
 Nanny, Billy, wurkz fer me.
Good point, Mike.  Then I'd have to go to Canossa in the snow.