Thursday, February 01, 2007

Goat Day (This is a test)

Ais added me to her blog so I could post about books I'm reading, but this first post is not about a book. Actually, I'm just trying to figure out how to post, so hopefully the picture of Hilda and I that I tried to upload shows up. I went goat milking at Slide Ranch, and Hilda was the sweetest and most loving goat of all. I actually drank the milk right from her teet (is that how you spell it?) when miking her by squirting it straight into my mouth. Afterward, she kept nuzzling me and giving those cute goat eyes that I just couldn't resist. I had never milked a goat before, and never knew how loving and adorable goats are.

5 comments:

hilltroll said...

OMG, what a great picture! We definitely need more barnyard animals on the blog (trolls love barnyard creatures).

So what are you reading these days? You said something last night, but I forgot because I was so excited about the freaking.

hilltroll said...

Oh, and I think it's spelled "teat."

tiffky doofky said...

i'm excited to read your book reviews and thoughts! but i am even more excited to see goats on the blog. i LOVE goats (perhaps excessively but not unnaturally). maybe Ais and Linda can intersperse goat reviews and book reviews. honestly, goats have so much more character than sheep. but not more than books.

hilltroll said...

You know, Tiffky, I have heard from a reliable source that billy goats truly are manifestations of Satan-not sure if that makes me like them more or less. Please tell me more of your goat love! Any anecdotes would be most appreciated, but if they are in Latin, provide a translation, por favor. And if they're in Pig Latin I may begin to questin your barnyard affiliations...

tiffky doofky said...

it is precisely for their satanicity that i most like them. if you build a ramp for your goat with a platform at the top, he or she will run up the ramp and do a little dance on the platform. also, goats are prone to excessive head-butting, which seems like a good reaction to feeling something beginning to protrude from one's head. smart, those goats.

p.s. i am no longer "the archivist" because i am no longer an archivist. though i do wonder if i could become some sort of superhero, as modeled on the cable movies about "the librarian".