Valentine, contemplating life, the universe, and everything. I love my goats and the peace of it when I am among them. People hassle me a lot that I work too hard. They think I am slaving away trying to take care of my goats and property. They think I am trying to prove how tough I am by commuting two hours a day to keep a full-time job in Boise, then coming home to take care of them. But I have entertainment and relaxation every day just being a part of the herd. I come home and get rid of my itchy, confining office clothing, get into some grubbies, and let the goats out. They eat the leaves as they fall, the weedy parts of the garden, and the windfall fruit that falls under the apple and pear trees. Now the acorns are starting to mature and fall to the ground. I love just moving along with the herd, showing them where the goodies are. Every day is a vacation if I can spend a little time with them.
Angora goats rule!
Thank you, Lord, for my job, my home, and goats!