One morning we got up early to go watch Smatt, our neighbor, milk goats. Megan had the lucky fortune of feeding one of them. Apparently she was a sickly goat, so she was raised inside a house as more of a pet that a farm animal. As a result, she is much more like a dog then a goat. The whole time all the other goats were being milked she was capering around as if we were fellow playmates. She has quite some strength for such a small little thing! We got some delicious goat cheese as a result of our outing.
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