Eske Esquire wrote:
Your farm sounds fucked up.
Absolutely. My childhood is what happens when two people from the big city move to the middle of nowhere to raise a family and have a farm. Oh man, the stories.
Eske Esquire wrote:
The goat was spreading pro-Snowball propaganda and undermining the boar's power base, no doubt. He probably destroyed the windmill, too.
Haha - great reference!
All our animals were free-range and mostly mingled with all the other animals (except cases where it was clearly dangerous). Once in a while you got one critter that just didn't play nice with the others. This particular goat, a pygmy goat no less (small goat complex?), kept thinking he was king of the barn yard and butting, well, everything. Mr. Boar wasn't having any of it, clearly.
The other king-of-the-yard was this rooster that was annoying, but hilarious. He would loop around and attack from behind, likes most aggressive roosters. But this guy took it a step further. When you ran into the barn to hide (as most kids would do when confronted by a lunatic rooster), he would run to the door and peer in with this beady little eye. If he couldn't spot you, he was smart enough to know there was a back door too and run around the barn and look in the cracks back there. He would then stalk around the barn waiting for you to come out.
Sorry - totally just hijacked the thread. But, so, the goat never had anesthesia, so yeah... back on topic now?