Gozy Doats
“Bill Grogan’s goat was feeling fine, ate three red shirts right off the line!”
-Mary Ann Hoberman
Wonder Puff loves nothing better than to visit our friendly neighborhood goats. We live in the city where farms are not easy to come by – so this is always kind of a big deal for T. We save up the heels of bread and stale bagels in the freezer for weeks to get enough to feed to our hungry little friends. These poor little guys live just beside a busy road, and Puff cranes her neck to catch a glimpse of them every time we drive by.
T is always very careful to make sure that every goat gets their fair share, though they push and shove to get close. T lets them know: “YOU HAFTA TAKE TURNS!” YOU HAFTA SHARE! STOP BEIN’ NAUGHTY!” But those goats don’t listen very well. . .
I like the little baby goats best, but T likes the big old man goats with their big horns – especially when we get to see them beating their heads together to show which one is the boss!
And don’t worry, T never leaves the ducks or the geese out! She’s always super happy to feed them lunch, too. . .
It never takes us very long to exhaust our supply of yummy bread things, but T thoroughly enjoys every moment of it. We’ll be heading back out again soon, as our discarded bread pile is starting to take up too much room in the freezer!
Huginn, Muninn, and me 