Attack Of The Kamikaze Goats
Hello. I just flew in from Mars, and boy are my arms tired!
No, no. But seriously folks. I woke up this morning with my arms aching even more. Oh boy. I hope they don’t fall off.
I was so sore that I almost contemplated not going to the playground. But then I realized how silly that would be. And then I went to the playground.
Today is the last day of the Easter holiday, so the place was closed. But Jannie was there, feeding the animals. And I sat down with the goat kids and had a jolly good time. I sat down on a stool, and you know, the higher you are the more they want to get on top of you. It’s crazy. They just hurl themselves right at you. And they keep coming. Over and over. A relentless assault.
Little puppydog goats..
It’s sweet when they drink. Little milk moustaches.
That’s about it. Tomorrow the playground will open again and the kids will get their first proper taste of the snow. Should be fun, I hope. Fingers crossed, if my arms don’t fall off.
March 25th, 2008 at 15:44
I wonder who the babies think you are? Are you another goat to them? Our goats act like we are part of the herd. I wonder what goes on in their heads sometimes.
March 25th, 2008 at 16:47
I do think goats see humans are just another version of themselves. Well, only much, much taller and a whole lot skinnier.
March 25th, 2008 at 23:14
Debster – I would pay a lot of money to be able to read goat thoughts. Although I have a feeling they might go something like “food! Food? Food!? Food! Fooooood!”. I wonder if they see me as food? Maybe I’m overcooked, that’s why it’s so hard to chew me!
LuisLemmings – I bet I am the first goat they have ever seen wear a cap!