We went to visit an interesting (okay, okay, no more use of that word; curious how few synonyms!) farmer on his mountain farm outside of Asheville.
There were horses and chickens, of course; but, meh, there are also horses and chickens on a farm that I know well. It was the goats that really got me going! They were clearly communicating with one another.
"Look at this crazy woman with the camera!" one of them yelled to the others. "She's running around here like we're some kind of circus side-show!"
seeing us, but she clearly likes the
piggies best," one of the other goats complained.
And, they had it right, Reader Dear. I squealed when the piggies grunted!
I grunted when they squealed! I was so tickled by their curly tails, constantly moving, and their unabashed pigging out.
Eventually, we had to say goodbye to the four-legged critters and go back to interacting with the fascinating two-legged variety.
But, for me, Reader Dear, the piggies carried the day.