Our goat Buddy, gives us so many stories to tell.
These post are little late because there has been so much going on this fall.
One morning I went out to let the goats out of their house and feed them.
My heart sank when I didn't see Buddy calling for me.
I prepared myself that something is wrong. I don't handle our kids or animals
getting hurt very well. I tend to panic then calm down.
I got to the goat door and saw Buddy in the corner not moving very much
and then I saw his face. He was bleeding from the face.
I called my husband and pleaded for him to run home even though he had just gotten to work.
For he is my peace. He helps me to calm down and look at things calmly.
I opened the door and Buddy didn't want to come out. He kept his face in
the corner, like he was embarrassed for me to see him that way.
He remained that way till he healed. Goats really do have
a personality.