The prompt this week instructed us to "feel the love."
But not from the usual suspects. To try and feel it or find it elsewhere.
I can say that I have found it in a place I never would have thought.
I am such a city girl and yet here I am, a goatherd.
How did that happen?
The hubby and I retired a bit earlier than intended because I got sick.
We were lucky to be in a position to be able to do that. We took off in our fifthwheel to see the country. We saw some glorious places and we saw Western Montana.
I fell in love.
We found a lot.
But what amazes me and amazes my friends and family is me and the goats.
No one could have EVER in a million years pictured the suit wearing, high heel walking woman keeping goats.
And loving it.
But when I look into those little faces
|Luke the goat|
|Bruce and Clarence the goats|
|Louise the goat|
|Famous SpokesGoat Pricilla|
|Thelma the goat|
|AbbyGoat - be afraid. Be very afraid|
I feel the love.
Pure and simple.
Especially from Pricilla
She is a sweetie goat.