Baaaah!

I have a very distinct memory of going to a petting zoo when I was about 6 years old. All was fine and good until some pushy goat who hadn't had his fill bit my finger, forever scarring me (mentally). I like domesticated animals in theory, but being a child of suburbia I am rather nervous around anything that makes a barnyard sound. That said, I recently added 'own goat' to my list of things I want to do before I die. So, I was glad to see that Sawyer wasn't afraid. I'll just wait until he's old enough to feed the animals before I acquire any. Or, if the economy tanks, maybe we'll start a small farm on the property and start exploiting him a little sooner than expected.