Be Forewarned, I am a Fey and Quixotic Creative Writer

Be Forewarned, I am a Fey and Quixotic Creative Writer
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Sunday, December 7, 2014

Goats in My Life

When I was about 11 or twelve my girlfriend and I used to listen to the radio at her house after lunch.  I was too frightened to speak on air.  I recall one late June there was a person on the air advertising baby goats.  We called a person who had them for sale on air.  My parents hardly ever said no to a pet request and before you know it  I  had a baby goat. (she did too, she named it Nannette) We found it a home at the end of the summer and a few years later we visited the man's farm where BaBa had had 3 little babies.  (This was at our summer cottage on Keuka lake.  The cottage has long been sold and burnt to make way for a mansion..)  Babba  was a Toggenberg.
Early 1970's

When I was in high school  I bought this little black and white baby from a neighbor classmate (they were German and drank the milk).  We tethered the little Kid and it caused her death just a few days after she joined our family.  This was a very sad day for me.  We had a friend named Steven and he came upon me with the little dead body.  He attempted to revive it with artificial respiration.

Little Baba

BTW:  Goats do not eat tin cans.  They might lick the glue under the label, but they prefer greens and goat feed.

Update:4/13/15 My ex husband visited at Easter and announced he was a goat.   I always took him for a hedgehog.....

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