Mary and I had goats back in the day. They rivaled our children in being both incredibly appealing and unendingly mischievous. During the infamous Valentine's Day storm in the mid-80s, Mary decamped to a motel with the babies due to lack of water and power, Jason and I stayed behind to look after things. One of her goats chose to deliver kids in the middle of the night. I stood in calf-deep icy water with a light strapped to my head while the goat loudly blamed me for the whole mess.
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| Courtesy Fort Lewis Preservation Farm |
