why I should always have my camera with me

Right after church we headed over to feed Renaldo. We're half way there already at that point and it seemed like a good idea, and I knew J's goat boots were in the back of the car.

So we pulled up and she lifted the back door, plopped down and removed her heels and slipped into her tall,rubber, black waders and headed into the barn. I was pulled up far enough so that from the warmth of my suburban I could still see in and could watch Renaldo attack her for food greet her with his customary jumping up and placing two little hoofs on her shoulders she knocked him down and from the car I could see her mouth form the words "stoopid goat" gently greeted him in return, while removing said cute little hoofs from her carefully coiffed curls. After giving him and Lily, his very polite and shy pen mate, food and water, she got out the leash and began "to train" him to walk on it, in preparation for the show. He was not very cooperative however S and I had a fabulous laugh watching!!

Then S's friend Emily pulled up in her church clothes to feed her goat and S jumped out of the car and they greeted each other in the customary high pitched squeal and hug of teenage girls (startling all the goats out of their Sunday afternoon stupor) Emily's goat began bleating (side not: it is amazing how smart these animals are, I think they learn the sound of their people's cars because they always bleat away when theirs drive up and their people walk in, while the other goats look up but don't really put any energy into calling out)

Then I watched three pearl clad, dress wearing, goat girls haul food in to their babies. I wish wish wish I had my camera. Maybe next Sunday :)