Zoe and the Goats

Zoe’s instincts as a herder kicked in and she went in looking like a scared pup, barked fiercely a couple of times, ran around the goats with no purpose and was sent out of the gate scared once again by baby goats.

Last night she saw the goats through the fence in the pen, and barked fiercely, once.

This morning we packed up to go home and she hates being left behind. Our car was right in front of the goats. Even for a couple of days we pack heavy to go to the farm, with extra clothes in case of a business trip, food and other items.

Well, before we had the car packed, Zoe zoomed out of the door, and ran to the car, no goats in mind at all though she was running right to them. She jumped into the back seat, paws in between the driver and passenger seats with her tongue out. She stood there and would not be moved for anything.

It’s good to know that she gave up her 20 second career as a goat herder to herd her family back home. As to that, it took us all day to get back home. It’s all work from here.

Jim’s Mom is growing tomatoes and many herbs. I made Boursin (this post) also Cuke Salad (same) with her herbs, and pickling cukes with my grandmother’s recipe. There’s nothing like fresh cukes.

I love picking out fresh fruits and vegetables from the garden, so that’s what I did with my FIVE year-old nephew (I was corrected as to his age), picking tomatoes and cucumbers together with a basket to catch all the goodies. Joseph is such a joy to spend time with, and a handful!

Where we live, we can go to a farmer’s market but on the farm one uses what one has. That is a philosophy unknown to urban wanna-be growers.

My heart goes out to all farmers for what you do to feed this country. Not to mention other countries. If you want to have an eco-tourism adventure ask about going to a farm. Before you book at a picturesque one in Tuscany, consider your own country.

Learn how they live, because they’re making you breakfast, lunch and dinner. Every day.

Eat low on the hog,
Dee