I forgot that one of my blogging goals is to make known to the world the delightful weirdnesses of my current habitat. I know the correct word for a goatling is a kid, but I'm having a kid, and don't want the two confused. I would hate for some clumsy nurse to trade my kid with the goat kids at the hospital.Anyway, the other day I was driving by McDonalds and saw two girls in the parking lot with a goatling on a leash. At first I thought it was a puppy, so slowed down to have a look, determine the breed, etc. but the thing was clearly hoofie and bleaty. It wasn't even like there was the usual paraphanelia that accompanies farm animals: trailers, carts, loose straw, little feeding distributors requiring quarters, etc. But that's life in New Mexico!
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