If you read this blog regularly, or if you talk to me much at all, you know I think about the farm all the time. And of course I’m getting ahead of myself. So for my entertainment, and possibly yours….I have naming schemes for barn cats, chickens and goats.
Dr. Who: The boy cat is always Doc no matter how many times he regenerates. For the girls, we cycle through the names of the Doctor’s companions. Almost certainly skipping “Donna” since that is my mother-in-law’s name.
Chickens: There have to be a lot of names. So flowers: Lily, Daisy, Poppy, Iris, Rose and so on… It’s impossible to run out.
Goats: I’m sure someone is going to frown about this, but the goat names are: Elda, Myra, Laura and Helen. O.K., maybe not Helen since some of my best friends named their baby Helen last year, but those are the names of my grandmother and her sisters. If push comes to shove and I need more names for my tiny milking herd of goats (yes, I want to make cheese) I could tap a couple of other deceased relatives’ names, so Viola and Adele. Is it respectful to name goats after my mother’s mother and her aunts? Nope. Do I find it funny? Yes. Would anyone other than my sister know that this is disrespectful? Again, nope. So I see nothing here to stop me, when and if these animals take up residence.