Naomi’s first close encounter with goats went well. She smiled, laughed and called them “gits.” She loved feeding them too, until one grabbed a hold of her fingers and tried to pull her through the fence. I guess I was supposed to console her while she shed a few tears, but I couldn’t stop laughing. Afterwards she smiled, laughed and called them “gits.”
Sunday, July 5, 2009
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