My First Goat Experience
I was recently back in the United States for a visit and had the chance to go through some old things, including photos. Lo and behold, look what I found:
Documented proof of my first encounter with goats!
This was 1997 or so at a petting zoo in a place called Lake Tobias Wildlife Park near my hometown in Pennsylvania. I just remember thinking how wonderful these little creatures were, that, like dogs, they would follow even a stranger around for treats and when they’d hop up on you with their front hooves, you could barely feel them since they balanced their weight themselves (very *unlike* dogs).
Who knew that years later I’d have my very own goaties to give treats to?
Do you remember your first goat experience?
Was it love at first nibble or did you have to come around to the idea of goatie friends?
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My very first experience w/goats was at the Disneyland petting zoo! Yes, this was many, MANY years ago!! My older sister took me when I was about 6 or 7. Those goats were pushy!!! Definitely not as well behaved as a dog! My sister bought me the little cup of food and before I knew what was going on, I was surrounded by baa-ing creatures who couldn’t wait their turn. And then I was down on the ground!! Covered in goats!
Actually, that happened twice. I guess we didn’t learn the first time!!
Good thing I wasn’t traumatized. At the ripe old age of…well…ahem….I’m happy to say I don’t have an unreasonable fear of goats. Now that I’m bigger than some of them, I’m ok w/seeing them in a petting zoo. Behind a fence. : )
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michelle Reply:
July 5th, 2012 at 6:45 pm
Hahaha, love this Rita! Thanks for sharing 🙂
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We had goats when I was a kid (no pun intended!) – “Billy” and “Daisy.” They were impossible to fence in so they regularly would go visit our nearest neighbors. The goats would climb up on the porch, put their hooves on the window sill and watch Mrs. Carr make dinner. She never got used to seeing those eyes looking in her window – I can’t imagine why!
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michelle Reply:
July 5th, 2012 at 6:46 pm
Imagine having a goat watching you make dinner! HA!
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Must have been the Bronx Zoo. My paternal grandfather lived near the zoo and took all the kids there to get them out of the apartment.
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michelle Reply:
July 5th, 2012 at 6:46 pm
Good idea on your grandfather’s part!
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It would have been at the Oakland Zoo, I only have vague memories, but I loved all the animals so much – my love and appreciation for goats these days is all because of you, Michelle. And they’re darned cute, obviously.
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michelle Reply:
July 5th, 2012 at 6:47 pm
Hee hee…happy to hear it, Jess 🙂
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But of course it was love at first nibble. 🙂 Especially the first Peanut. 🙂
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michelle Reply:
July 5th, 2012 at 6:48 pm
Love it!
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