Goats in the Living Room

It was a white trash, farm chick day all around. I was getting a couple new goats which is always exciting, but I didn't have a proper way to transport them. Tying them up in the back of Minnie Pearl, my old farm truck, didn't seem like the best idea, so I decided to use an old '77 Suburban that's been sitting around here for the past two years (don't ask why - don't most farms have some old vehicle hanging about?).

Of course the battery was completely dead, so I monkeyed around changing it out for Minnie Pearl's and it started right up. I had never actually driven the Suburban and it felt like I was sitting on a sofa, driving a living room down the road - kind of floating along, as I watched the gas gauge move quickly toward empty.

When I got to Tiffany's, it turned out she had not two, but three goats for me - Boots, the third, was a 6 month old and she didn't want to separate her from mama. So, we loaded up the girls and off I went - me and three goats floating in a living room down the road and thru town. It turns out goats travel rather well in a Suburban and we made it back to the farm just fine. Of course once we got to the pasture no one wanted to disembark from the vehicle. I lifted Boots out and she climbed back in (there's really no telling a goat what to do). We played that game for a while until the girls decided the pasture did have more to offer than the Suburban as far as snacking and leg room go.

It'll take a few days for everyone to get friendly and establish the pecking order, but I think Emma, Boots and Lucy will fit right in. They are darling and sweet Nubian/Bore crosses and having baby Boots is a fun little bonus. Now, what to do with that darn Suburban?

Getting there isn't half the fun, it's all the fun. - Robert Townsend