So... I love goats. I have always loved goats. It started when I worked on a farm in Olympia as a teenager. I spent many an afternoon chasing and tackling escaped goats. I loved their spirit and curiosity. This love grew in 2009, when I spent some time working on a goat farm in Northern Italy. My knowledge and love of goats blossomed. (As did my love of Italy and goat cheese. Mmm...)
I really do think I need a goat. Well, not just one, because then it would be lonely. But a couple of goats. A friend of mine, North Star, is likely going to get a couple of goats to keep her chickens company. (And make delicious goat cheese.) I think I might have to move into their guest bedroom just to get my goat fix. Be forewarned North Star.
It might be a little bit before I get a goat of my own. These are the goats we used to take on daily walks through the countryside in Italy.
And this is a goat that was very curious about my traveling companion Sylvie. Like I said: curious little creatures. Love them!
I Want That: A Goat.
