OK, I live in the house that I grew up in. Kind of weird I
know, but when Scott retired, my Mom decided the house was too big and sold it
to us. Scott is a good sport, for a lot of reasons. But last Saturday I woke up
around 6:30 and looked out the window next to my bed and thought…. what is Diva
doing out of the goat pen? Then my eyes
focused a little better and I realized that it wasn’t Diva my goat, it was
about 6 does casually strolling in my back yard and helping themselves to my
goat hay. I laid there and watched them for about 10 minutes and thought how
much I love living right where I do.
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