Milk is no longer a problem. This past summer, I had to stack stones around in such a way as they make a little trap, a little safety-deposit box in the shallow pool on the bank of the stream. I could then keep the little milk bottles in that trap and the cool water gently running in between and over the top of the stones would keep the milk cold. That was fine. But now, I've stolen a goat.
So, it's on basically.
This goat is a new machine to figure. I don't know what she doesn't eat. She's tried a bit of everything--grass, leaves, tank top hanging on a low branch.
Nanny goats are cute, for sure for sure, but they stink like all hell.
Have you smelled one? They're fine until it rains. Then... good lord.
Wet dogs have nothing on a goat in nature.
She is presently tied up to a far tree, still shouting distance from the boxcar, but not smelling distance. She is obscene.
She is worse than a baby too. Crying and crying. If this persists, there may be too much resentment for goat milk.
redbull. I'm coming for you San Diego
6 years ago