I've been noticing a strange noise for days. I was concerned when I first heard it-- it sounded like some distant child pleading for help. After the first couple of times, I mentioned it to Jed.
"Listen! What is that? Do we need to help?"
"Hmm. That is a goat."
I don't know if you remember, but I don't really live by goats. But, I do trust Jed, and he does know his goats, so I passed it off and went inside.
I had kind of forgotten about the goat, but the next day, out with the kids and popcicles...
"maaa-maaa"
"Kids! Do you hear that? Listen! There's a goat!"
"maa-maaa"
"Yeah mom. Where is it?"
"I don't know!"
"maa-maa"
Jones: shhhh. doat. Doat get you! Ahh!
Jayne: The goat won't get you. Goats are nice.
Parley: No, goats are mean.
Jayne: What? No, goats are nice.
Hazel: Daddy goats are mean. They have horns.
"maa-maa"
That was yesterday. The bleating continued today. A little louder and more goat-like and a little less helpless child-like. We don't know where he is, but he's around here somewhere, and he's going to save me a trip to the zoo this summer.
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Goats!
Ah, memories. We actually had seven of those suckers which I had to milk every morning before school. We didn't mind drinking the milk, but I have a feeling that I would notice a distinct difference between it and cow's milk today.
In reading over your post I must say that I have to agree with Hazel. Daddy goats are mean...they stink, too.
hmmm. I am more concerned with the fact that "Jed knows his goats."
Our neighbor keeps like 4 goats tied to his fence by the side of the road. so if you can't find your goats, you can come see ours.
We want to see too. I wonder who's it is. I wouldn't be surprised if Andrew got a goat. :)
YellowMutt--sweet comment. That is a true concern.
Megs-sweet! You have your own Bean Museum right next door!
TF-I'm trying to imagine you milking goats. It is making my day.
I think it was just Julian. He was suspiciously missing from this story.
Oh and Jayne: we are about 99% positive on August, for about 20 (?!) days. And I am so glad that Pars remembers his "friend" Deacon. I hope you remember him too! ;)
Jayne, on Saturday night I saw a racoon at the bottom of your street in the ditch. Your neighborhood is a mini zoo!
Rob knows where the goat is. He mentioned it on Sunday. Go across the street and ask them to take you to the goat.
Oh my word, so I'm not really going crazy? I have been hearing that goat noise for days! Where on earth is it coming from???
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