To: Jacques Chitte who wrote (43795 ) 12/22/1999 12:32:00 PM From: Crocodile Read Replies (1) | Respond to of 71178
Gee... you beat me to the punch.... You're right... goats are very cool when it comes to new situations that would have any other creature bouncing off of the walls... But think of it...they have to be that way so that they can put the run on the trolls that live under bridges... But seriously, goats are brave and can handle just about any situation... especially goats that are regularly shown at exhibitions... they're just about bomb-proof... A small goat story to illustrate this point... A few years ago, I was contacted by an event planning service to see if I could supply 2 milk goats for a convention being held downtown in our city. The logistics were fairly unusual... Park in a stadium parking garage and bring the goats down a very steep granite staircase and through a series of buffet tables, and then past 3 large outdoor barbecue ranges where a dozen chefs were flipping chickens and steaks amidst billowing smoke. We must then enter the building through a couple of sets of fancy glass doors, then pass through a carpeted coat-check lobby, and finally continue on into a ballroom with a polished hardwood floor. Once there, the goats must climb up onto a podium area where they would be the "main attraction" for about 15 minutes as 2 top executives of a corporation duked it for supremacy by trying to extract the most milk by hand-milking a goat for 2 minutes... Could we do it? Sure!! Piece of cake!! On the appointed evening, my 2 lady goats, wearing distinguished chrome-plated chain collars and leashes, descended the stairs and waltzed by the smokey barbecue pits... proud heads held high... unfazed by all of the fuss and commotion... One goat then endured the pathetic attempts of her competitor as he produced less than a measily tablespoon of milk in 2 minutes. I caught a glimpse of her giving him the caprine version of the old "disapproving stare" as she craned her head back to see what he thought he was doing "back there".... (Incidentally, that particular look of disdain is generally displayed by older does when regarding the pathetic love-making attempts of inexperienced young bucks... so I was rather amused by her critical gaze). The other goat was much more impressed and soon began to chew her cud... comfortable in the knowledge that she was in the hands of a master handmilker. It turns out that the much older of the two execs grew up on an Amish farm where he was required to handmilk several cattle each morning... (One must wonder if there was a little "advance knowledge" involved in planning this event...) After the conclusion of the contest, the goats then received a standing ovation from the audience as we departed from the ballroom. Our exit was much less ceremonious than our entrance as the goats made a very hasty retreat past the smoking barbecue pits and up the stairs... Undoubtedly they were beginning to wonder if barbecued cabrita might be next on the menu...;-}>