The goats

I am still having difficulty uploading photos to my blog. For now, you can click on the link above my photo to see the pics on the net.
I have included a photo of my favorite goat this year. She has Personality and is not afraid of us. Her favorite resting place is on the road by the side of our little red car. I gave her and her little black kid some dried bread the other day and she followed me into the house to get more.
The other is my portrait of a favorite two years ago.
Today Sergio (the sexy farmer from up the road, photo included) came in his tractor to take one of Arturo's goats. He said to me- I'm not going to kill it. I said that I knew that from Margherita and hoped he wouldn't take my favorite. After getting a goat from the stall and tying its legs, he asked if it was my preferred goat. No, I said,it wasn't. As he put it in the back of his tractor, Arturo teased- He's going to eat it next week. Sergio came to me, put his thumb and first two fingers to his mouth, kissed them, and said- Ti giuro (I swear to you), I won't kill it. I'm not certain how my attachment to these animals is so well known, but it is true. I like the goats. They eat my flowers, they smell, and I like them.