The weekly photo challenge this week is Animal tales/Animal tails, and of course you know I have a few!

How about a guessing game?  Who do I belong to...

I'm a very special person born in Ireland and raised by a Gypsy family.  One day someone across the wide, wide ocean dreamed of sharing her home with me and I decided I needed to make her dream come true.  I flew on a big airplane, then rode in a trailer all the way to a ranch out west.  There I met a very handsome dude and, well, by the time my Person came to get me, I wasn't just One, but Two.  Before the year was out I gave birth to a very beautiful (and now equally spoiled) little guy named Wind Dancer.

 

I'm on the tail end of a crazy kinda guy whose beard is actually fancier than his tail.  I am a tail that wags like crazy just before the front end of my person gets a glazed look in the eye and runs off to bash his head against the nearest Something.  I have a friend/relative who is all black and white and he's just as insane, be sure!



Okay I'm just All That, yes I am.  I strut around like nobody's business and I truly rule the place.  Just ask the owner of the tail above.  He's scared of me in a very big way.  So are the people.  I just love to chase them and make them dance and swing their arms around and yell!



I'm a tail who is worn proudly (and handsomely says my Significant Other).  I wasn't allowed to grow until after 20 years in the military, but I've made up for that now!



Aren't I just the cutest?  Some human types thought so much of my stylin' that they made a hairstyle of their own and named it after mine.  But mine's still the best.  I love to shake my tail and show off for the ladies!



That's it for now.  I don't suppose any of them are all that difficult to figure out, are they?  I've also used a rather loose interpretation of "animal"... (as opposed to mineral or vegetable, but not necessarily the 4-footed variety) in my Animal Tails.

Here are the more recognizable ends of the tail owners.

Laura, my Gypsy horse (the one on the right).  Wind Dancer, her "baby" is on the left.


Good ol' Billy Goat.  See what I mean about the beard being so much handsomer than that scraggly ol' tail?  His buddy Willy is peeking out behind him.


Lacey, the rooster.  Tough guy.  Leader o' the Hood.


DearHusband, owner of his version of a "Tail" (pony-tail, that is)


Then there's Ducky's tail.  Indeed, drakes' tails DO swoop up into a cute little curl. You can see his girlfriend, Maxie, admiring him shaking his stuff for her.



This by no means exhausts the numerous tails/tales around our little ranchita, but it did exhaust the battery in my camera and probably has exhausted you having to look at them all, so for now we will bid you adieu as we turn and roam off into the distance wagging/swishing/shaking our tails behind us...

~Paloma

Empty Nester asked what kind of goats we have.  They're pygmy goats.  They may be small, but they're ALL goat!

May I introduce Billy...
 
and Willy.


Billy's the larger of the two, though they're the same age.  Billy is so terribly fierce, he will butt just about anything - trees, fences, walls, buildings... but he's afraid of the rooster.  He runs like crazy and hides when the rooster struts past.  Willy, he's just our "little devil."  He's shy, and he's a little stinker.  Gotta love dem goatses!

It's been quite a while since I last stopped long enough to write anything. Life has been going right along. We're enjoying snow here. I love the beauty of sunshine on snow!

Wishing everyone a wonderful, joyful, peaceful holiday season!