

Don't Let the Judge Get Your Goat
The day started out pretty much as usual. Up at 5:00 AM. By 7:00, my morning chores were done. But today, you see, would be no ordinary day. For today, I was going to town. Bob would care for the farm until I returned. By 8:00 I was ready to go. But wait, what's this? Someone is pulling in at my gate. Darn – no doubt it's an animal problem. A young woman stepped out of her car. As I greeted her, she handed me a “baby goat” wrapped in a towel. She explained that it was born in