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Perhaps they are clinging to outdated notions about goats (e.g. in the Middle Ages, it was said — incorrectly, I might add — that goats whispered naughty things into the ears of the saints; if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.)
