Groups of Americans were traveling by tour bus through Holland. As they stopped at a cheese farm, a young guide led them through the process of cheese making, explaining that goat's milk was used. She showed the group a lovely hillside where many goats were grazing.
'These,' she explained, 'are the older goats put out to pasture when they no longer produce.' She then asked, 'What do you do in America with your old goats?'
A spry old gentleman answered, 'They send us on bus tours!
~~So yesterday's gathering of gals and a few old goats was great. We were kept company by a big herd of cattle that was grazing on the hillside right next to us. They were far more interested in the grass than us, so that was good. And the fence kept us all where we were supposed to be. That was also good. And speaking of critters, a doe with a pair of fawns following her crossed through our front yard yesterday, heading from the water over to the woods. I sure love seeing them. They are welcome any time.
Enjoy your last day of August. Life is good...here in paradise!
