to tell you that Mindy’s internet is wonky so don’t worry if she doesn’t post for a couple of days. She asked me to let you all know and to do a guest post for her. So here goes.
Today I would like to talk about goats.
I never knew that much about goats before I met Min, but now I have learned so much about how wonderful goats are:
- they give us milk, which then is turned into goat cheese (nom, nom, nom);
- they give us mohair, in particular angora, which is then turned into yarn (nom, nom, nom);
- they are cute, especially when they are little bebeh goatehs;
- they eat grass thus helping control lawn growth without harmful pesticides or burning fossil fuels;
- they fertilize the grass (’nuff said);
- they are extremely intelligent;
- they have contributed to the development of children’s literature:
- did I mention how cute bebeh goaties are?
Now, shockingly, I hear tell that there are people out there who (dare I say it?) do not like goats.
Perhaps they are clinging to outdated notions about goats (e.g. in the Middle Ages, it was said — incorrectly, I might add — that goats whispered naughty things into the ears of the saints; if you’ve ever seen a rendering of St. Hildegard of Bingen in her later years, you will know that no goat in his right mind would even CONSIDER talking dirty to her) or the idea of the “scapegoat,” based on the Old Testament story about how a goat was driven into the wilderness each year symbolically carrying the sins of the people away with it. Also, Satanism kind of gave goats a bad rap, but I can assure you that Mindy’s goats are all God-fearin’, Christian goats. No doubt about it.
So I hope that I have contributed to your knowledge and appreciation of the fine and unique domestic goat, Capra aegagrus hircus, (get it? capra = capricorn?).
Because let me tell you:
Goats. Rock.
(Don’t worry, Mindy will be back as soon as she can.)
My problem with goats is that they always stole the picnic lunch my mom packed for our trip to the zoo. Every year we’d pack up the family (six kids and lots of cousins) and go on a big venture to the zoo. Mom would pack lunch for the lot of us and stash it in the back of the stroller. Every year, while we were in the petting zoo, some goat would walk off with at least one sandwich! Now that I type that, I wonder why mom didn’t change the route so we were at the petting zoo *after* lunch! =) Anyway, based on the information you provided, I think I’m willing to let that go. I’ll give them another chance.
I used to have a recurring nightmare every year always on the night before Easter (Easter Eve?)…it was a short dream that doesn’t sound scary…but it always upset me.
My brother and I were in our side-yard and he was bending over to pick something up when a goat would run up and butt him into the air…the impact jettisoned him to the sidewalk where garbage was out for pick-up…his head would get jammed through an old basketball headboard that was in the trash waiting to be picked up.
I would then wake up. I never remembered that this dream was an annual event until I’d have it again…this happened for about 7 years in a row.
Does this make me a goat hater?…I love Mindy’s goats.
Goat cheese and mohair? I’m all over that.
Yea! You’re back! I was wondering.
You’re preaching to the choir, by the way – as soon as I saw pictures of your baby goats, I was sold. I want some when I grow up! If that ever happens.
So, Carol, if I understand correctly..You are saying that when I heard whispers when out with my goats that is wasn’t them…..hmmmm…this is troubling…
snicker snicker
Your guest post was awesome especially with the “nom, nom, nom”s. Now I won’t feel as weird if we are ever around yarns together and I start going “nom, nom, nom” at the ones I am lusting for..LOL
I hope your innernetses get well soon Mindy!!!!!
lol, this is awesome.
And don’t forget “capricous.”
Is that goat smoking? Is that what you let them do when Mindy is away? I’m very disappointed.
; P