Showing posts with label goats. Show all posts
Showing posts with label goats. Show all posts

Saturday, November 26, 2016

Population: 141

Where are they?


Normandy, TN


Thursday, April 21, 2016

Kids!

The kids at the University Farm are so popular that they and their mothers have been moved close to Breakfield Road. (They are, of course and thankfully, shielded from intruding hands by an electrified fence.)

I, for one, am happy about that.

As the internet has exploded with goat pictures and videos, these creatures have reached star levels.

It's easy to see why.


Friday, November 28, 2014

New Times in an Old Place

Once, as my brother told his story of a summer camp summer hiking trip many years ago, an old man came wandering up to our campfire in the woods. He sat down and told us stories, played his guitar and sang songs with us.
He left as quietly as he came.

He was Carl Sandburg whose Flat Rock farm, Connemara, was famous for him and for his wife's goats. 


My brother's daughter and family visited the farm the day after Thanksgiving, where the children made friends with the chickens, goats, and cat.


 I don't think they even noticed the bluebirds.


I couldn't help feeling nostalgic for a place I myself knew many years ago from many camp summers nearby, for singing around a campfire, and for a meeting with a man I knew only through his words and voice.