Cordelia is a menace. She’s a short, stocky, white, long-faced, deviled-eyed menace. This is why I love her so much.
I want to get closer to her. I want to pet her. Our relationship isn’t entirely straight forward. I send her mixed messages. There are days when I would like to invite her into my world. I would like to find a way to get close enough to give her an ear scratch. There is something wonderful about scratching the ears of a goat. And other times, she’s a nuisance.
Her favorite party trick is to eat the horse feed - their high octane grain - directly from the back of the Gator, while Megan drops food off in the paddocks. Cordelia moves quickly, stealthily like the snap of a mouse trap. If you catch her stealing food, she’s gone just as quickly.
I’ve spent a fair bit of time defending the horse feed from her. I’ve been asked to keep Cordelia away more than once. I always jump at the chance. Literally, I jump. I do this not because it’s entirely necessary. I do this because runn…
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