This is what the morning looks like chez nous.
On weekends, Wednesdays, and every other Friday — that is, the days that i don’t have to commute — I milk my goat, whose name is Mama Goat (I’m not very creative). Garth milks on Mondays, and farm/foodie friend Laurie does Tues/Thurs/Fri-when-Garth-is-at-school.
Today my friend Seung in New York asked for some pictures. So this is what my morning (when I’m at home) looks like:
I wasn’t aiming to catch her with her tongue out, but it turns out to be totally representative of life with Mama Goat.
Also note, if you can see her, a little red hen underneath M.G.’s feed bucket, opportunistically waiting for M.G. to spill some feed, which she always does, shoving it aside in search of the Good Stuff.
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