We Remember Days On The Farm

Pipestone Flyer

Giselle Arsenault – Pipestone Flyer Staff

The time had come for my beloved goat to meet a male. It was the goat breeding season, autumn, at least for us 4-H kids, because we wanted the biggest animal for the ring come show time and a January baby goat meant just that!  

    Unfortunately for my parents, we only had a car. That meant we loaded the goat in the back seat!  Yes, I rode through two counties in the back seat of our car with my precious goat to take her to get bred.  

    On our way we had decided to stop for lunch, but only long enough to go through the drive-thru. Given that my goat was handled so much and very comfortable around vehicles, and especially people, she had her head out the window much a like a dog would watching people walking into the restaurant while we were in our car waiting for our food.  

    Since my goat believed I was her mother, which I essentially was having raised her from birth, everything I had in my hands including food, flowers, paper, everything and anything, meant fair game and she could 'taste it'.  So when we pulled up to the take out window and the drive-thru attendant handed the bag of food to my mother, my goat decided to (from the back seat window), grab a hold of the bag and rip off a nice healthy piece of brown paper bag and munch it while watching the drive-thru attendant. 

    If you have never seen a goat reach for something with their mouth, it is quite comical. Their lips are stretched way out and they stick out their tongue, twisting their heads trying to get a better reach.  Needless to say, we purchased a nice garden salad for my goat so we could eat in peace for just a short while, until she decided that what we had was better.  

    When all was said and done, we successfully ate our lunch and we dropped off my goat for a 'sleep over' at our friends farm.