Sunday, August 14, 2011

You want me to do what?

I have a friend named Therese who is the craziest funniest girl and so sweet. She lives on a farm and one of her goats had triplets a week ago and offered to let us come and see them. I was more than willing to come as we are thinking about getting a couple in the spring to use for milking (yes, you read that right...I might milk goats). She even offered to get some milk off of the doe for us to taste, which made me assume that this particular goat had been milked before. I should have learned by now, never assume anything.
We got to the farm and went into the goats pen with mama goat and her kids. They were so cute (the babies that is, mama not so much). I was surprised to see that they never had cut her horns and they looked big and sharp and kind of scary. Therese said "Ok, this is what we are going to do. You are going to hold mama goats rope around her neck and pin her to the barn wall with your body while I try to milk her". "You want me to do what?? Um, you do it first and I'll watch." I said. Apparently this goat had never been milked and didn't appreciate being pinned to the barn wall because when Therese tried it the goat speared her hard in the fanny with her sharp horns. Ouch! And then bit her. You could say I was glad Therese tried it first.

1 comment:

Tammy said...

Oh goodness! Glad you weren't in there when that happened.

That first picture is totally cracking me up because it looks like a headless goat is standing there. LOL