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  • From: paxamicus AT earthlink.net
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  • Subject: [Homestead] Goats...pure concentrated evil ; )
  • Date: Thu, 17 Apr 2008 22:21:59 -0400


So most of you don't know how I met my husband. You know I call him Professor Flubber (in the lovingest of ways). When I met him he was a totally buttoned up city guy. He'd come to my little farm, the one I lived in by myself after Paul and I split up, and he'd visit with the "leftover" animals I ended up taking off the big farm...a couple of ponies, some sheep, a goat. The goat's name was Gabby and she was a black as night Nubian except for one white patch on her head.

So the very first time Roy is in the house during a rain storm, in the dark, he was trying to get a glass of water and he stumbled into the front hall. He calls me..."Celia, Celia, there's...there's.. something out there!" It was Gabby Goat, her head pressed against the glass door, trying to get in out of the rain. All he could see in the dark was her white spot.

If goats and jack russell terriers had opposable thumbs, I would fear for humanity.

In the words of that silly space movie ...goats are pure, concentrated evil.



And just sos you know, she HAD a three sided run in WITH a heat lamp AND feed AND bedding AND company in the field which was field fence, to which I ten added electric on the inside to try to keep her in. She just preferred the porch and it wasn't until I actually put a net up around it that I managed to get her out of the habit. And then we ate her cause I hated her anyway. And she was good.






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