Another unexpected frolic: a neighbor invited us over to meet her goats...including a baby born only three weeks ago.
We didn't hesitate. We suited up and rode our motorbike to her farm.
The goats were curious indeed as to our attire. The motorcycle pants were of particular interest.
We milled among them, offering carrots and enjoying their different personalities.
This hefty, distinguished individual is a rescued meat goat.
The pièce de résistance was the new baby. The little horns are already pushing through her skull...at only three weeks of age. And her teeth are huge! Human sized already. And sharp and strong, as I learned when she nibbled on my bicep.
"Ow! She did," I confirmed. "And I don't mind at all."
Happiness is cradling a baby goat. I learned. I highly recommend it.
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