Pilgrimage to Big Joel’s: Goats

Gary has finally recovered from the driveway experience and feels safe leaving the house. I really expected him to stay at home and nurse the driveway all week, especially because he read that you are supposed to water a new driveway up to ten times a day. (Evidently the longer it takes to dry the fewer cracks you will have.) He's also rounding up all numbers. If he heard that you don't walk on it for a day then we can't walk on it for a week. You can't park on it for a week rounds up to you can't park on it for a month.

We took our yearly trip to Big Joel's Safari Park and Petting Zoo, where all goats are either pregnant or nursing. My favorite was one that sounded just like a screaming goat. I had no choice but to scream back at it.

Goat: "AAAAAAA!"
Me: "AAAAAAA!"

After a few minutes of this, I heard two staffers. "Do we have another one?" "No, it's that lady."

I felt a little proud that I had mimicked a screaming goat so well, until I spoke to one of the staffers.

1. There is no sub-species of goat called a screaming goat, I was thinking of fainting goats.
2. The goat I was parroting was a momma goat who was calling for her child (clearly because she was full with milk).

I was worried that I had come between a mother and child.

"Enh, she'll figure it out."

There must be 100 goats at Big Joel's this month. I think they sell the goats at the end of the season. I could buy that mother and child and set them free in our yard.