I don’t know why Daddy kept goats. In theory, they’d eat brush and he’d have one to barbecue on Memorial Day, Fourth of July, or Labor Day. The fact is, our goats didn’t ascribe to the brush eating theory and were born knowing their life’s purpose was to get their heads stuck in fences, climb on everything and make passionate love. It was clear to the dumbest of them that flowers, grass, garden vegetables, laundry on the line, and almost anything else was better than brush. Only a starving goat would eat poison ivy or bitter weed if anything else is available. I had plenty of experience with goats. Our fences were intended to keep cows and horses in. Goats easily slipped their heads through the wire since they were the philosophical type who believed “the grass is greener on the other side. The problem arose when they tried to…
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Nutsrok 
Well, I’ve had a goat education today! I felt sorry for the unpaid farm hands.
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You, we had it rough. Around our house, “them that don’t work don’t eat.” Honestly, it was great motivation to get an education and be independent. Daddy always said, “You’ve always got a home here if you want to come back.” God forbid!
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You were successful!!!
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Farm work was the hardest job I ever did.
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I picked cotton once for an hour. That was enough for a lifetime.
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Everybody ought to pick cotton once. Gives a person a great starting point for comparison.
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Hey, thanks!
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I love nannies…not billies though
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That can be tough.
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Yep…
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