So, my visit to the New York State Fair really, really, really made me want a goat or two or seventeen. Did you know goats don't really eat tin cans, contrary to my very extensive previous knowledge of goats? It consisted of a children's book I had when I was little, and I thought it was a reliable source, but apparently not. Goats are actually very particular eaters; they might LICK tin cans for the salt and what have you, but they would never actually eat one.
I would like a goat, please and thank you. But they are social animals and do not thrive alone, so I actually need two. Or, you know, seventeen.
OK, that's all.
(Speaking of the end of the summer, did this photo ever give me a lump in my throat. I just saw her yesterday, and we drew pictures and played games and read books and it was just like it usually is... but already with that backpack she looks so grown up, and I remember her when she was a tiny newborn, and oh my gosh.)
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I would like a goat or two, also, so Ernie wouldn't have to mow the backyard and they could eat all the underbrush out there.
If you get some, can I borrow them for a few days?
(And her going to school is KILLING me. In a good way. But still. How on earth did she get to be almost 5?)
When we all go live in the widow's cottage in VT we can have a entire herd of goats. And then we can milk them and make goat cheese! And never have to mow the grass. :>
Yes and yes. We will get the goats for the spinster farm (not all of us have graduated from that category yet so I am not giving it up until every last one of us is official)/widow's cottage and we will make cheese and not cut the grass, AND we will lend them out as obedient loaner goats who can help others with their lawns. I love this plan.
Yay! I'm going to a goat farm this weekend in North Carolina for a wedding. Yum, spinster farm and spinster cheese in the fields beyond the fields, the fields beyond the fields...
xoxo
Annie
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