Goats

Goat Day Has Come (and Gone) Again

Last year, Goat Day was in early September.  This year, due to the vagaries of goat husbandry, it was the last weekend in June.  Belatedly, here’s my design for the 4th annual “Goat Day,” the invitation-only celebration of All Things Goat at the farm of my friends Heather & Ken. (Get your Goaterdammerung t-shirts, mugs, buttons & posters here.)

Oh, but wait.  You may not know about Goat Day.

To recap from last year:

What’s Goat Day?

As Heather says, “Wait, you don’t know about the traditional observance of GOAT DAY? How sad for you. But we can fix that.

“Come play with adorable new baby goats. Try your hand at milking a goat if you want, or not. Sit on the porch and drink sangria. Play the ukelele. Bring food and/or drink to share. Eat a motherlovin’ smoked turkey. Take a walk in the pastures or woods. Go nap on the hammock.”

Heather and Ken’s dogs will also be there. Many of them are smarter than most people, but most people don’t hold that against them.  (Incidentally, Heather maintains a blog entitled Raised by Wolves, and if you’re at all interested in dogs, search and rescue, livestock, farming, biology, or life in the country, you should be reading it.)

But mostly Goat Day is designed to capitalize on the fact that baby goats are the cutest thing God ever made.  (Well, maybe they’re in a tie with puppies.)  This year, the cuteness will be well nigh unbearable, as Heather now has dwarf Nigerian goats, and their brand-new kids are ickle widdle twee little sweethearts.  I met two of the new baby goats a couple weeks back.  I picked one up.  It looked up at me with twinkly eyes and let out a barely audible “maaaa-aaaaa-aaaaaaa,” and it was all I could do to keep from running to our car, tossing it into the back seat, and taking it back home with me, fish-tailing out of Heather and Ken’s driveway as I raised a cloud of gravel and dust. (Eventually, though, I suppose I’d have to come back and get my husband, and the whole incident would just become embarrassing.)

Well, we didn’t have a smoked turkey this year, nor sangria. And I don’t think the hammock was up, because there was some dark muttering by Heather about Ken having broken it.

But ukeleles were played — well, one ukelele, at any rate, shared by two people playing at various times. One of those players can actually play, and sing, the Ramones’ “I Wanna Be Sedated.” So, now I can cross “Hear ‘I Wanna Be Sedated’ played on the ukelele” off my bucket list. I actually didn’t know it was on my bucket list until I heard it, but once I had, I felt it was something everyone should experience.

And there were definitely goats. And baby goats.

It was a good day.

Next year’s Goat Day design: Goat Day: Electric Boogaloo.  I promise.

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