This evening I had the distinct pleasure of being invited to go on a “goat walk” in the St Roch neighborhood. Naturally I agreed because I love goats, but I really had no idea what that would entail until I arrived. It turns out that before any walking was to take place, we needed to wrangle the two goats out of their pasture of poison ivy and trees and into their feeding pen and goat stable area. Molly (the lovely goat pictured below) was more than happy to oblige and somehow knew that cookie treats were going to be involved. Delilah on the other hand would have nothing to do with it, so we ended up only goat walking with Molly, who is extremely good natured and is about to give birth any day now.
In order to take Miss Molly for her walk we first needed to bring her through the kitchen:
Molly belongs to a special breed of dairy goat called Lamancha, which are known for their very petite ears.
Here you can see how pregnant Molly is, as well as the charming “1” marking on the side of her big belly.
So the goat walk turned out to be much like walking a dog. We walked for a few blocks with her and let her graze from various overgrown lots. She seemed most fond of this tree:
Molly also stopped to say hi to the neighbors. One fellow inquired if she was going to have goat puppies soon, which was pretty great. It turns out that there will be a baby shower for her when the kids are born, so there will be a second installment of goat pictures soon, including baby goats!