Quote from Forum Archives on October 10, 2001, 10:29 am

Posted by: empalo <empalo@...>

all the funny stories with animals made me think about a time in Oregon
when we had had a week of kids being born, out of 10 kids, 9 were bucks.
It was very discouraging. So we took our two daughters to the Taco Bell
in town. We looked like mountain people, mud boots, flannel shirts,
long skirts on us ladies, and milk squirt stains on our boots.
We sat at the table saying things like, " I am so upset that those new kids
of ours are boys" "Maybe we ought to just knock them off now"
"We sure didn't want any boys." and we would say "how can all this happen
to us now, when we just wanted more girls" Well for us it was just goat talk.
There we sat with our two sweet daughters, no sons.
Well the people near us could hear what we were saying and started to glare
at us, and kinda scoot away. We wondered what was wrong with them.
Then the looks got worse, and oh my we figured it out. They thought we were
some kind of crazies from the mountains and were gunna knock off our boy kids.
Kids to us has never meant children, only goats.
We turned and smiled and told them what we were talking about and the
whole place seemed to heave a sigh of relief and then we ALL laughed.
So now when we talk about "kids" its with care.

and another time I had four newborn kids in the living room in a playpen.
A customer came for eggs and heard the little cries, and saw the playpen.
She asked to see the baby, and I said "oh sure there are four of them and
I am gunna be so glad when they are big enough to put outside. I am so
tired of getting up every four hours. I was tired of having them in the house.
She came in, but I could tell she was thinking less of me, than before the
conversation. She looked in the play pen and screamed a bit, she thought
they were human babies from their cry and that they were in a playpen.
Now she understood my attitude, but she sure was shocked to see 4 hairy
little goats in there.

lovingly,
Pat