10/04/2017
This morning, the fog from the river crept up through the trees, giving the farm a mystic quality. I stepped outside took a deep appreciative breath, thinking about the ethereal smell of autumn leafs. Instead I got a lungful of stinky male goat. Christ almighty.I live with those smelly bastards all year, you'd think I would be used to this by now. But not when they go to their A game in the fall. Cough, cough. ugh.