Nearly every day, since my neighbor got her goats, I've been stopping by to visit. Oh, not to visit my neighbor...to visit "the kids."
As I come through the woods and round the corner to begin walking across the yard toward their pen, I
say shout out...
"Where's my kids?"
Usually, I hear them bleat which gets louder once I come into plain sight. However, the other day, there was no need for me to visit. The had company. The flock of wild turkeys tiptoed quickly into the woods as I approached.
I plan on calling them "kids" FOREVER...:)
I try to bring them a snack or two. As of now, they really seem to like the leaves from the Bittersweet that I pull off as I trek through the woods.
Millie, that little rascal, climbed onto my back the last time I was there. I sit on one of their boulders and Otis always...and I always...begins nibbling on my shorts, shoes or shirt. Millie goes for the hair!
just seeing, saying and sharing...
So, Where's My Kids
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