Wednesday, October 19, 2011

"The Goat"


My son asked to bring this "goat" home.  I tried to explain to him that even if it WAS a goat, the answer was no.  I was amazed at how hard it was to pull the bottle out of this young ones mouth.  It also made me sad that these sweet babies are only known by the numbers attached to their ears and the fact they are pulled from their mommies right away.  I know, it's a business, but look at those sweet eyes...  The photo above is for "The Creative Exchange".

12 comments:

Ruth said...

Well you know this makes me sad. Maybe he'd sit in my lap while I wait for my grandson to be born?

izzy said...

It is sad- barely begun potential-
bare innocence ! longing, hope, hunger...

Betty Manousos@ Cut and Dry said...

oh my those shots are amazing!

i especially like the first one.

gorgeous captures!

visiting via the creative exchange.

TexWisGirl said...

well, when i saw the first photo, i said, that's a calf not a goat! :) what a cutie!

Pat said...

So cute! I see why your son wanted to take him home.

lisa said...

Oh my goodness, I DO know why your son wanted to make this a member of the family!! And I do understand what you say about them just being known by a tag in their ear. It really is sad. This little one is just adorable, and I hope he ends up in a good home.

These are wonderful photographs Margaret, and I thank you so much for sharing at The Creative Exchange.

Sending you wishes for a great day!

lisa.

missing moments said...

Calf, goat .. whatever ... he's still cute and nothing more fun than to feed them when little.

Mama Zen said...

So precious!

Anonymous said...

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johnallenrichter said...

It's really tough dealing with kids and animals.... I lived in El Paso for a few years where the culture permits a certain taste for goat meat, if I remember correctly they call it "chavira." I took my then 13 year old son to a friends farm where we butchered a goat to split between us. Freddy just watched the ordeal quietly. Later I was surprised to find how eager he was to taste it after we had cooked our first meal from it. I thought that after having played in the pasture with the dozens of others that he would have been squeamish, but he wasn't. On a personal note: Yuck! I didn't like it all!

Rosie said...

These photos are so wonderful, Margaret, and it is really sad, as you say!

Ginnie said...

Ohhhhhhh. A goat by any other name!