It's dinnertime in the goat yard.
I am standing outside the fence, opening the feed bin,
which also houses Ritz crackers.
And believe me, everyone knows it...
I am surrounded by chickens and turkeys;
and the goats are begging at the fence!
Star, Ash, and Audrey, waiting patiently for a treat.
Who can resist these innocent faces?
Next door in the fainting goat pen, Jill is trying her level best to get my attention.
While I am grabbing a scoop of feed,
she goes through her repertoire of "feed me" faces....
from the very serious pout - "I'm starving here!"...
to doughy-eyed, coy smile - "puhleeeeze"....
And when I'm not looking....
Seriously, is that not the longest tongue you have ever laid eyes on?
I don't even know what to call this,
but I'm pretty sure she dislocated her jaw!
"Ok, there's nothing left in my bag of tricks."
"Don't stand there looking so innocent, Jill!"
OK, you worked hard for this....
But do we really need all this competition?
(Lower chicken just jumped and stole half of Jill's next cracker.)
Here you go, Jill...
You worked hard for it!
Please, Nabisco...consider using Jill as your next spokes-goat!