[goat granny]

Hey, I raised goats and they won’t eat anything...Some are quite picky...but they love pine trees and weeping willow...will stipe them in days....no, they don’t eat tin cans...I use to have to keep telling my father that. No tin cans....:O) I wanted to be a goat, but was a donkey, your lucky mylife....lol

[mylife]

I was hoping to be the border collie LOL

[Kathy in Alaska]

Good evening, gg...((HUGS))...a goat? Who knew? LOL!

[BIGLOOK]

Aloha Granny!

Time to pass on a few goat tales from my youth....my father got a couple goats after he retired from the Navy. Maybe it was a mascot thing or maybe because he was Chief in the Goat Locker for all those years.

I never liked goat's milk, especially in the springtime when they would munch on wild green onions. I never liked milking them either because they'd finish their oats before I'd finish milking and either kick the pail over or step in it. Rounding up the goats for milking was a chore when the two of them were standing atop the shed and wouldn't come down. Although the nannys had a sweet disposition, they'd have two or three kids in the spring that would butt your butt every chance they got. It was a challange each and every day.....so....no goats!