Monday, April 4, 2011
A Different View
This trio is about a month from being sent to market. I'm not sure his Lady hasn't made it harder for herself by naming all the babies. I bawled when I sold my first two kids, and I knew they were going to a good home. Reality hasn't hit her yet.
I am rarely envious of anyone's possessions, but I'll admit I'm jealous of their huge, one-hundred-year-old barn. It's been completely renovated with new flooring and immaculate stalls for goats and horses, a delivery room, self-filling individual water bowls (with heaters, for crying out loud!), an isolation pen, and a tack room. I had to come home and apologize to my girls for their humble quarters, damp dirt floor, and outdoor trough with cold water. Ah, well...if wishes were horses, then beggars would ride...and I'd have a goat Taj.