Could you kill your firstborn?

Farewell to Covid Companions

There are a few things I’m known for it seems. One is that I don’t have a problem wearing speedos, another is I’m a social butterfly and finally that I have an unhealthy love of goats.

I mean, who doesn’t love a goat or two. They beat kittens and puppies paws down, as these charismatic creatures both waste your time and provide the best cheese in the world.

My encounters with goats had grown strong over the years, having lived in various places where goats were a supply of milk, cheese, and meat. I learnt their ways, as they inspired me to climb mountains and frolic down paths.

Yet it was time to move forward. From watching goat videos on YouTube, to stroking a goat at the petting zoo, to actual full ownership of a goat.

Goatfan to Goatherd

So suddenly here I was with land where said goats live, and a secretary whose goats were about to give birth.

I took two, the ditsy Pandora, a creamy, smooth and kind lady, and the psycho Martina, a grey and black, slightly smaller but definitely sturdier damsel.

Our relationship didn’t get off to a good start, in fact they tried to run away and leave me, but as we spent more and more time together, I literally…