My wife found this post and shared it with me. It's too funny not to post:
"You want me to bottle feed your goats in the kitchen?
Posted by trales, Thu Jul-26-07 10:50 AM
I thought I would share with you my take on rural life. Let me start this by saying that I grew up in Detroit, for those of you who know Detroit, I am a product of the Birmingham Public schools. Farm animals were something I saw in coloring books.
DH and I are now living in rural New Hampshire, we moved her for grad school and law school. A lot of neighbors have farm animals. We have become good friends with one set of neighbors. They have been kind enough to look after our dogs, and even took care of them while we were having DD.
They were going on vacation to Maine recently and asked me to bottle feed their four baby goats at noon two of the days. Their daughter was home, but taking classes those days. I went over to see what to do.
1. The goats live off the kitchen.
2. All goats look alike, I asked how to tell them apart, she looked at me funny, and responded that two were girls and two were boys, let me tell you, that didn't help.
3. They get fed goats milk from a bottle, it has to be heated to room temperature.
4. After feeding the goats in the kitchen, they have to be returned to the annex/ barnish area.
5. There were chickens in the annex/barn.
6. There is a towel on the floor for wiping up goat pee.
Sounds easy. Day one. I heat up the bottles and open the barn/ annex door to get a goat. All four jump over the kiddie gate and start running around the house, jumping on me for the bottles. The chickens started flapping and threatening to come into the kitchen.
I grab two bottles, point them downward and hold onto the nipples for dear life. Two goats run at me and latch on, sucking like mad, my arms are flapping as if attached to a jack hammer. I am using my feet to push off the other goats. Goats 1 and 2 finish. I attempt to put them in the other room. They mingle with the other goats, I have no idea which is which. I finally sort them out (my husband suggested a sharpie to mark the heads of the ones I fed). I grab what I think are goats 1 and 2 and put them over the kiddie gate. They are rather sticky. Repeat with Goats 3 and 4. Replace goat 3, try to replace goat 4, and the other 3 goats jump over the fence and are in the kitchen again. Start over, fail, start over again. Repeat the second day. These are the lessons I learned: 1. Goats are fast. 2. I always dreamed of owning farm animals, not anymore. 3. I now understand why goat cheese is expensive.
As I am writing this, my neighbors Guinea Hens have escaped and are in my driveway. I thought they were wild turkeys, I was informed otherwise by their 5 year old. Guinea Hens are really loud and really, really stupid. They are driving our Newfoundland crazy, who is driving me mad. "
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