Tonight we got together with the neighbors to the north. They have adopted two children from the foster care system, so you know they have big hearts. The man is part Navajo. He is going to help us build a riding arena. While walking the property, they admired our goats. They also told us they have a foosball game they want to get rid of. Before you know it, the female neighbor is hogtying our only male goat onto their ATV, and riding off into the sunset (photos below). The trade was a good one, because our little male goat was starting to get eyes for the three female goats to whom he is related (not good). Meanwhile, the foosball game is drawing plenty of interest from our children tonight. And, honestly, I would not be surprised if the neighbors have goat and eggs for breakfast tomorrow morning! Just don't tell me about it, please.
Update (Next Morning):
Baby goat is on the roof of his pen at the neighbor's, calling every second for his mama. Mama is responding every second.
Contrast that with Linebacker Dude's actual life experience with his mother. No one was there in his first eighteen months to answer his call. Now his rage is unquenchable. I hope his mama is having a fine old time. Who said goats are lower on the food chain than humans?
1 comment:
Bartering for goats... you are definitely country folk now!
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