Tuesday, July 07, 2015

Ever get the feeling from the news TV that what’s old is new again when the news is slow?

Speaking of which; I’ve always been a bit afraid of goats. Not physically, mind, but them eating every thing in sight. Laughter follows the statement, I’m sure.

We use goats in very large pastures to get rid of weeds and small trees and other fibrous plants. The goats do good work.

Then I think of Syria, and that part of the world where they do raise goats and have for a number of thousands of years, and know that while they need the protein over there, they certainly don’t need the goats keeping the trees and shrubs under control – no way.

All of which brings this to mind:

Augusta aims to expand its herd of grass-gobbling goats

Despite a set-back by dogs that killed eight of the goats, a herd of grass-eating goats in Augusta could soon expand. Augusta Traffic Engineer Steve Cassell says city staffers this week will seek to purchase 10 to 12 more goats. He said animal services …

And, you know what? I’m still a little frightened by goats.

How about a bounty on any loose goat. Three bucks or so.


From the reaches,

Ten Whiskey

About tenwhiskey

User tenwhiskey is also the author of this blog. He currently lives in small town Kansas in a semi-retired condition. His kids are married and gone (thank you). An empty nester. Divorced. Very happy with life as it is. Ten Mile maintains a personal blog here, writing of events as they appear to him; commentary, and opinions abound. He deviates into fiction as the mood strikes and creates flash fiction stories and short stories. He will not warn the reader when he drifts from fact to fiction. He feels adults are, generally, smart enough to figure out which is which. He does, however, attempt to make his fiction sound as true to life as possible. You have been warned. He, as time permits, writes and occasionally sells writing. More often than not he gives it away to various non-paying publishers of Ether Magazines, forums or for entertainment on a wall for in need of a hand friends. He likes candy, pies and a certain amount of strife. In the matter of strife - in his yourth on the farm, he became embroiled in a slinging fight. The fight involved lath as a launcher, fresh cow patties as ammo and it was a six way free for all. A little mud only adds (Umm?) a certain taste to life.
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