Yesterday I hopped in the car and drove up into the foothills to visit a friend who has sheep and goats. It was nice to get out in some (relatively) open country and visit with an old friend.
First stop was the pen with the Boer goats...and low and behold, one of the kids had very enthusiastically inserted herself into the feeder and needed an assist out. My friend tells me that same kid does that at least once a day. Fun for me to see, but I'm guessing it gets pretty old to be constantly watching to make sure she doesn't get herself cooked in the sun while stuck.
The highlight of my visit was getting to bottle feed a couple of Angora goat kids. The close up photo I took with my left hand while feeding with my right. I held this little guy in my arms for quite a while, bouncing him like a baby, rubbing his neck, and kissing the top of his little head (where his little horns are just starting to pop up). He was easily lulled into relaxation. I told my friend it's a good thing I'm not around, I'd have a rocking chair out in the barn to rock the babies. I think she thought I was nuts. Whatever. Maybe I am, or maybe I'm just a sucker for a baby animal, so soft and sweet. You can be the judge.
2 comments:
Boer goats are so popular around here. I know what you mean by kid goats. Cute and so soft.
Well your certainly not nuts! The world needs more lovely people as yourself because to many out there just don't give a darn about animals or humans.
Lovely story and glad you found such a happy day to share with us.
Left you a message about your great grandmothers post. love that picture
Maggie
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