Living on the outskirts of town is a blessing that I never get tired of.
There are plenty of paths, but my favorites are little trails and open stretches. We might flounder in the snow and suddenly find ourselves knee deep in a snowdrift but that's part of what makes it fun.
Sights like this never get old though. Changes through the seasons are welcome. Some things are new, some are expectantly anticipated.
Goats will be goats. Yes, they do nibble on anything. Even wooden lightning bolts. Just in case it might be edible. You never know. Risk not, gain not.
My first love has always been lambie pies. But if I had the opportunity now, I'd choose goats. Color me a farm girl at heart!
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