#1092 Feeding goats

Ohhhh, kids birthday parties. 10am Sunday morning starts will be the bane of my existence this year, I am sure.

It is only 2 weeks into the first term, and already baby girl received a birthday invite…

Sheesh, 10am? I mean, it was only a 17 minute drive, yet following the busiest and usually the latest event-night of the week, Saturday, I managed to pull myself out of bed, still tired from the night before, the week before, MY WHOLE LIFE in fact… and tried to hurry along baby girl, who really didn’t need encouraging, yet somehow, being 5, still required it.

Sigh.

Things changed quickly when we got there. The open spaces, fresh air, greenery abounding…

I LOVED IT.

(I am a big kid at heart. I just love my bed too).

It was at a farm, and the kids just wandered around as they pleased, meeting and petting the animals, having rides on ponies and tractors…

And then there were the goats.

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I didn’t realise it immediately, but sometime during the 20 or so minutes baby girl and I spent picking up lettuce and cabbage leaves from the buckets outside the enclosures, and feeding them to the goats…

Well they were about the most peaceful I have had in a while.

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It was wonderful. I found their cues fascinating. They bumped their horned heads against the fence when they wanted more; climbed up on the wiring, or tapped their hooves against it as a sign for attention.

They were speaking to us.

They liked when you placed the vegie leaves flat and delicate in between the gaps of the fence… it allowed them to gingerly pick it up with their teeth a bit easier.

I carefully tried to feed them at once. Hands outstretched in two directions, because if you fed one, sometimes a more dominant goat would push the other one out of the way because he was scared he wasn’t going to get any. Feeding them simultaneously seemed to help this problem, and I scanned the fence, offering up leaves to any goats that weren’t crunching.

If it wasn’t for the thought of fairy bread and possible birthday cake lurking in the foreground of our minds, I could have stayed there for so long… hours in fact. But the goats had munched and crunched enough, and now, it was our turn. ♥

 

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