Goat
Ever walked into a barn during fall and wondered if someone spilled a mix of old gym socks and cheap cologne? That’s the unmistakable whiff of a goat buck in his prime. I remember my first encounter with it vividly—visiting a friend’s small farm upstate, excited to meet…
I still remember my first trip to the Smithsonian’s National Zoo as a wide-eyed kid from the suburbs, clutching my dad’s hand while we wandered the winding paths lined with exotic animals. The air buzzed with excitement, and spotting those giant pandas munching on bamboo felt like stepping…
Imagine standing in a bustling farmyard, the air thick with the scent of hay and earth, as a curious goat trots up to you. Its big eyes lock onto yours, but something seems off – maybe a slight grimace or a tense ear twitch. As a kid growing…
Hey there, fellow farm enthusiast. I remember the day I brought home my first pair of Nubian goats like it was yesterday. It was a crisp autumn morning, and I was knee-deep in research, trying to figure out if these floppy-eared creatures would fit into my small backyard…
Imagine hiking through the misty hills of Northumberland, the wind whipping at your face, and suddenly spotting a shaggy figure with curved horns staring back at you. That’s how I first encountered the wild Cheviot goats a couple of years ago on a spontaneous trip up north. I…