Our goats

Josh and I live in an entertaining little city. Our apartment is situated just outside a very uppity part of this town, in a well-developed, well-kept area. We've got tons of stores, groceries, a wholesale club and a mall just down the street.

Right in the middle of all this are several undeveloped lots that have been cleared. For some reason or another, the owners have put goats on these pieces of land. Goats. In the middle of uptown and suburbia.

My only guess for their reasoning behind this is that maybe these are investment pieces of land, and they're getting a tax right off of some kind until they're ready to sell them. But I can't be sure. Whatever the reason, makes for a funny sight.

Our apartment complex backs up to one of these lots, and it happens to be behind our apartment building, where we walk Abby in a patch of grass she likes. We share a fence. This spring there was a boom of baby goats, and the owners kept each litter with their momma goat in individual pens on the other side of our fence.

At first the goats were hyper little things, bounding around the pens and following their mom everywhere. Abby would bark at them because she wasn't used to other animals being out there yet. The mom would stand very still and stare through the fence our way, until she would turn abruptly and take her brood back to the other side of the pen for safety.

They're bigger now and come up to the fence by themselves. Abby doesn't bark at them anymore; instead she will sit in the grass and just watch. It's the cutest thing. Well, except when it's hot out and we just want her to hurry up so we can get back inside.

Most people hear birds chirping on their morning walks. We get to hear baby goats bleating for breakfast... our own little farm in the city. It's kind of refreshing.

Josh, Kim & Abby