How I have never done this, until last week, I do not know. But I have now done it and will share it with you.
Down the road from us is a little country market that goes by the name of Yoders. There you can buy all sorts of cool things ranging from spices to candy to washrags to books. It’s always a place the family wants to hit, mainly because of the peach rings. So, the family was out and off to Yoders we went.
I did know there was goats there. Whenever I drove by, I’d always excitedly inform myself, ‘oh! looks at the baby goats!’. But I’d never gone down to visit them. Shame, shame on me. With Davey around, there wasn’t much of an option as to whether or not we would go visit the goats. And were we ever in for a treat.
Mr. Yoder built this contraption that allows you to haul food up to a deck and a plank way for the goats to come get the food. It looks like this.
Thats the beginning of this little contraption. And thats me trying to convince Mr. goat to walk the plank. He, however, was stuffing his face with Kellogg’s and was not interested in performing. So I went and found another.
He made it to the deck and proceeded to feast.
Can you see his tail wagging?
Then, he grabbed the last mouthful and peered over the railing at us.
And he just sat there smacking his lips for a good few minutes. And gazed at us.
So. Go feed the goats. It’s good for the soul.