Wednesday, August 15, 2012

Eau de Goat-ette

Half of our barn isn’t barn at all but a shop with a concrete floor, shelves, tables, welding apparatus, and more tools than you can shake a stick at. When the shop isn’t being used for equipment maintenance or repair, it doubles as a garage for Blackie, my Ford Escape, protecting it from blazing sun and storms but not, it seems, from everything.
You may recall that Blueberry and Meels, my goats, bunk in the barn at night so they’ll be safe from coyotes. If you’re not a goatherd, you may not be aware that goat droppings don’t stink, but their urine does, so even if goat droppings are cleaned and straw is used for bedding, a goat barn will always smell like, well, a goat barn. I only mention this obscure fact because it’s relevant to the case.
This summer has been much windier than usual. And, due to the summer’s extreme heat, the barn/shop doors are frequently left open, as are Blackie’s windows. Consequently, I’ve begun to notice that Blackie’s interior smells more or less like a goat barn.
Which begs the question: Even though I shower and put on clean clothes before I go to town, have any of its citizens caught a whiff of goat essence when I pass by?

“Because of Christ, we give off a sweet scent rising to God, which is recognized by those on the way of salvation - an aroma redolent with life.” –2 CORINTHIANS 2:15

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