Here in southern Italy, our summers are long, hot, and very dry. So when we got a hay delivery back in June, we were able to leave part of it (which didn’t fit in our storage area) just outside our own fencing, uncovered, no worries of it getting wet.
But now that September has rolled in, the weather forecasters tells us some drops are on the way, so we had to get moving and get those twelve bales covered. And so, yesterday morning, in the stinking heat and humidity that often precedes rainy weather, my husband and I moved those bales one by one, and man were some of them heavy. My sore arms this morning prove it.
The heavier bales were the best quality of hay, of course, chock-full of goodies for the girls, but because it was so hot, I couldn’t even consider wearing long sleeves. So I ended up with this.
When you have any kind of farm animals, you tend to get scratches, scrapes, bruises, insect and spider bites, and other skin lesions that burn, itch, or hurt like heck with some frequency.
You just about always have a piece of hay somewhere on you or in your hair.
You have two sets of shoes (one for goat duties; the other for everything else), and never the twain shall meet.
You wash your hands three hundred and fifty-seven times a day and still have trouble keeping your fingernails clean. On the bright side, you save a lot of money on manicures. What would be the point?
These are just some of the many aspects of the glamorous life of a goat girl (similar to how you know you’re a goat ma).
Just ask Teresa at Eden Hills about her Eau de Buck in Rut for another.
But it’s all worth it for goatie kisses, right?
Pretty much, yes.
But now it’s your turn!
What are your most/least favorite aspects of life as a goat girl (or boy)?
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