Who doesn’t like baby goats? [Nincompoop raises hand, is escorted from theater.] If you want to feel like Heidi, spend some time with these babies. They’ll get you there; and you might not want to come back.
Who doesn’t like baby goats? [Nincompoop raises hand, is escorted from theater.] If you want to feel like Heidi, spend some time with these babies. They’ll get you there; and you might not want to come back.
Super lively, eh what? My son was raising goats, and they can be fun to watch.
A couple of years ago, I had a neighbor who raised all sorts of animals. I watched a little goat grow up over that summer. One day, the young goat called out as I went past, because she had her horns stuck in the fence. I helped he to get free and the next time I rode past on my bike, she ran up to the fence when she saw me coming. I picked some grass from the ditch and she ate it, and then licked my hand. I had a new friend. The neighbor has moved on, but it was a nice little vignette, having a goat that thought I was a celebrity and ran to the fence to greet me, whenever I rode by.
Animals are a gift. Material possessions are necessary, but making friends with an animal has a wonderful value, all its own.
Like the two cows who baby-sat for me one day…
We need to hear this story.
Tomorrow, maybe… if I’m up to it.
Hopefully tomorrow I won’t be on the phone with Cisco Tech Support for 10 hours tomorrow. At least I got Monday out of the way. 🙂
Better you than me: I can’t speak the language.
Today was, literally, a 12 hour day, ans almost every minute spent on one stupid problem, which no one could solve.
When my son had his goats here, I got a kick out of the way they greeted me when I walked down the land beside their pen. I broke off twigs from the berry bushes and they fought over them- loved eating them as treats.
That’s what happened with these neighbor’s goats. I’d give them a few tufts of grass, or cut a branch from a Desert Broom plant and they loved it.
Gee, I’d have loved that! Stay tuned for my next post.