When I drove down our hill this morning, I saw three new baby goats in the neighbor's pasture. This is the man who raises goats for the meat... he also does his own slaughtering. Give me a blessed break. I wonder if that knowledge would have changed my opinion of this house and this property when we first found it.
I stopped my car in the road and watched the baby goats this morning. They play like puppies... running and jumping over one another and pulling at each other's ears and tails. So terribly cute.
And then I drove on, and got terribly sad. Those baby goats may not even live to see Christmas. That neighbor's favorite food is "el cabrito," which is roasted baby goat. He told us it was a delicacy, and offered us one after we first moved in. We said thank you, but no thank you. And, thankfully, he never asked again.
Baby goats. Oh well. Life goes on.
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