I love goofy goats!
This love, nay, obsession of all things ‘goat’ was birthed out of our time between-homes while living on the compound in the desert just outside of Las Cruces, NM. Along with horse rescue, Mama Goat and her then baby billy-kid, Tater tagged along for the ride. Turns out, goats are the best antidote for nervous race horses…and wouldn’t you know, in less than a year of rescuing those goats, we acquired yet another horse rescue; a thoroughbred. But those horse-rescue stories are for another time.
Goats make me smile.
Down the road from our former home in Colorado, there’s a sign that states: “Billy Goat Dairy Farm.” Does anyone besides myself and my hubby see the conflicting nature of that name?! Ahemm…billy-goats don’t make milk…a dairy farm made up of billy-goats is not one conducive to producing much in the way of anything dairy-like! Ah, yes, but passing the herd along the roadside, we see they are enjoying that universal goat-fav game of ‘king of the hill’…and they’re not billy-goats!
Goats are curious. Continue reading