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Oh looky, it's 9:01 a.m. Goat watching time. I'm trying to cut down on looking at goats before 9 a.m.
Me after six shots of Fireball........
I can smell this thread. Wanna know why?
Some of you may have seen me comment over my time here that I grew up on a Native Reservation and then a farm. What i may not have mentioned is it was a goat farm. At our peak, we had 2500 angoras, 500 cashmeres and 200 assorted nubian, french alpine and pygmies. I know more than I ever wanted to know about goats. I hear goats braying in my dreams. I hear the kids screaming for their dead mothers at night. I smell them in my clothes still. I can still feel the warm and slimy amniotic fluid coating my arm after having to assist one birthing. The smell of lanolin infects my senses.
I cannot stand goat cheese or milk because of this. I find no joy in them any more. Bah humbug to goats.
Some of you may have seen me comment over my time here that I grew up on a Native Reservation and then a farm. What i may not have mentioned is it was a goat farm. At our peak, we had 2500 angoras, 500 cashmeres and 200 assorted nubian, french alpine and pygmies. I know more than I ever wanted to know about goats. I hear goats braying in my dreams. I hear the kids screaming for their dead mothers at night. I smell them in my clothes still. I can still feel the warm and slimy amniotic fluid coating my arm after having to assist one birthing. The smell of lanolin infects my senses.
I cannot stand goat cheese or milk because of this. I find no joy in them any more. Bah humbug to goats.
BAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!! BAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!
I am shaking my fist at you...BAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!! BAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!
Once upon a time, a blonde became so sick of hearing blonde jokes that she had her hair cut and dyed brown. A few days later, as she was driving around the countryside, she stopped her car to let a herd of goats pass.
Admiring the cute creatures, she said to 'Hoss the Goatherder,' "If I can guess how many goats you have, can I take one?''
Hoss, always the gentleman replied, "Of course.''
The blonde thought for a moment and for no discernible reason said, "352.''
This being the correct number, Hoss was, understandably totally amazed and exclaimed, "You're right! Okay, I'll keep my end of the deal. Take your pick of my herd.''
The blonde carefully considered the entire herd and finally picked one that was by far cuter and more playful than any of the others.
When she was done, Hoss turned to her and said, "Okay, now I have a proposition for you. If I can guess your true hair color, can I have my dog back?"
NOOOOOO! Replace all those memories with the sweet babies frolicking. You had to have a few special goats in all of those!
I don't think those are goats.Hump day on a goat farm!
I believe they’re a type of wild mountain goat, but I can’t be 100% sure of it. Perhaps Hoss could provide us with a precise answer, as he seems to be an expert on the subject.
Oh Gawd... completely read this wrong!
I believe they’re a type of wild mountain goat, but I can’t be 100% sure of it. Perhaps Hoss could provide us with a precise answer, as he seems to be an expert on the subject.
These look a bit like our wild mountain goats....
Oh those poor pups!
The goat just wants to play.I brought a goat into my house once and my husband had a fit!
I'll bet. Don't bring a goat into the house.
pups they are ok. tails are up. But who wants a goat butting you?
pups they are ok. tails are up. But who wants a goat butting you?
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