So my mom
so my mom got four goats. They are really cute, especially the
two baby goats. My mom does not do things in half measures, as
in, lets buy one goat, see how it flies and get more. Nope she bought four of
them. I know this because I took my kids out to my pappaw's farm
for the day, and my mom lives adjacent to my pappaw, so it was really
luck that she bought the goats today and the kids got to see
them. Any how, at one point during the day my kids, who are just
as not outdoorsy as I am, wanted to go on a hike down the drainage
ditch. We had hiked all the way to where there was an electric fence,
and I hear the most godawful man screaming as if he is being murdered.
I then steer the kids back to the house, trying to get them to pick up
the pace, b/c there are apparently murders in the neighborhood, but
their like "ooooo rocks. . . oooo trees". I get them back
to the house, and kind of forgot about the screaming. Until I got to my
mom's house. She lives in a renovated barn, on twenty
acres. We pull up, and there was that awful screaming again. It
was the goats! They sound like a human getting their entrails pulled
out. My mom's goats cry if they cannot see a human. As soon
as all humans are out of eye shot, they scream bloody murder. I told
her to make a scarecrow, to trick them into thinking there is a person
there. The kids had fun rolling around in the hay with the goats.
I am betting within a month, my mom will be complaining about the
goats. :) We shall see.