If we had a tractor, we could better control the weather. Our across-the-road neighbor had his tractor out again today, plowing up his two fields that we can see from our porch. During this plowing process, his goats were in another fenced-in field, so as not to be in the way of the plow. Not that this particular neighbor is so intent on protecting his goats, it's just that he doesn't want to waste good goat meat that could get caught in the tractor blades.
The goats across the road are raised for two purposes only: lunch and dinner. That neighbor offered my husband and I a just-killed baby goat ('cabrito' is what he called it) when we first moved in here. Thankfully, he didn't bring the cabrito across the road with him when he offered it to us. Had we accepted his offer, he would have driven down our hill and up then his hill and returned with the prepared-for-the-barbeque baby goat. We politely declined. And I didn't even explain to that neighbor that I don't eat meat...... to someone who can raise and then slaughter his own goats, I wouldn't expect him to understand my unusual-for-Texas eating preferences.
In any case, we're expecting more rain later on today, for the simple reason that we've seen that tractor plowing up those fields again this morning.
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