Picture: Goat at Eric's place.
Once upon a time we had goats, lots of goats. Out next to the Lost River in the woods, in a small structure we had built ourselves, we had a large garden, goats and chickens, and at different times, rabbits, pigs and cattle too. It was our way of returning to the land after several years of life in the military and the corporate world. A respite in which the four kids grew up and went out on their own and one from which we too eventually drifted. It wasn't just yesterday but for some reason it feels like that tonight. Maybe a side effect of reading Boom! with its reminders of the years leading up to our landing in Martin County. Time past. So it goes and so it is...
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Yes! LOTS of goats. We named them alphabetically as they were born, and I remember getting as far as "xerxes" for the bucks, and the does had their own alphabetical listing. Goats are wonderful animals, each with their own quirky personality, and I quite literally befriended several of them. They brought cheer to my life daily.
Then, at the dinner table, we toasted those goats with a glass of their milk before eating them! (Pretty tasty, um-hum.)
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