When I got off the exit to head to the NH Sheep and Wool Festival, I saw a sign advertising a buffalo farm….I decided I needed to go there. I wanted to get pictures for my students. We have been discussing buffalo recently and they are inner-city kids, so no buffalo there!
There were no buffalo around when I got there….(I did purchase some venison meat for the Hubs). The owner said they were up there…
See that stone wall…way up there? They were behind that…Usually they are down below, but it was raining, so they were up on the hill….I’m really out of shape, as I was huffing and puffing by the time I got there and saw
and then he stared at me again
There is only the electric fence separating us. I was unsure whether he wanted pets or was warning me….My heart did beat a bit faster. I did reach out and scratch his snout….It was all so surreal….and I thanked him before I left.
a hungry goat…is that an oxymoron? Aren’t goats always hungry? There was a feeder that you could get food out of…he knocked about a 1/3 of it out of my hand….I’m sure the free range chickens appreciated that!