All I Want for Christmas Is a Baby Goat
Okay, I might want a few other things too….like goat food and goat bedding and goat toys and a goat leash (to take my new baby goat for walks, of course).
If anything has ever made me believe in reincarnation, it is my current love affair with goats.
It is something about their faces, I think – they seem to be old souls, and when I look into their eyes I see someone looking back at me that looks a lot like….me.
Although aside from books, my only interactions with goats to date have been passing encounters at petting zoos, where I watch longingly from outside the fence while other homo sapiens who are much shorter than me get to be up close and personal with the goat babies and their mamas.
(Sigh of “cuteness overload.”)
Recently I read a book called “Extraordinary Goats: Meetings with Remarkable Goats, Caprine Wonders and Horned Troublemakers.”
I mainly got it for the cute photos, and also to learn more about different breeds of goats so I could figure out which one was the smallest (on account of how most goats apparently need about 3,000 square feet of space to roam and right now I have about 10 square feet available, if my landlord agrees).
What I didn’t expect was all the historical info, especially from a religious standpoint. For example, supposedly there is a story in the Bible somewhere where Jesus separated sheep and goats into two different herds, and then he sent the sheep to heaven and the goats to that other place.
I have a hard time believing anyone – especially Jesus – could send a baby goat or even an adult goat anywhere except to a nice grassy field with plenty of fresh water and legroom.
But it seems some folks took the story literally, and the goat’s fortunes spun into a swift decline for some time. Thankfully, they now seem to be back in vogue once more, which is likely because apparently their milk, cheese and meat are all reliably delicious.
I also didn’t realize that goats enjoy beer (yet another thing we have in common) and that there are a rather amazing number of micro-breweries that have named beers after goats.
Also, while I didn’t have any trouble figuring out what “dairy goats” and “meat goats” are used for, it took this book to help me understand what a “fiber goat” is and does. They provide hair for textiles. Did you know mohair comes from the Angora goat? I certainly didn’t!
This whole goat odyssey actually started with sheep, and I’m pretty besotted with them too. If someone offered me a baby sheep, I would eagerly accept, especially because sheep and goats supposedly get along very well together. But I don’t want to breed them, milk them or make cheese (or steaks) out of them.
I just want to cuddle and play with them and take lots of cute photos. In a world that seems increasingly full of dark, difficult and depressing things, goats simply make me happy.
And happy is definitely where I want to be.
Today’s Takeaway: Is there any non-human species that just fascinates or captivates you, but you have no idea how or why it started? What do you think draws you to that animal? If you were offered the chance to keep and care for this animal, do you think you would?
Cutts, S. (2017). All I Want for Christmas Is a Baby Goat. Psych Central. Retrieved on January 23, 2018, from https://blogs.psychcentral.com/mentoring-recovery/2017/12/all-i-want-for-christmas-is-a-baby-goat/