Today we traded some of our extra hay to a neighbor for some of his surplus straw. We use straw to bed the barn as well as provide a dry place for the calves to rest in the spring. Additionally, the goats love to play mountain-goat games on small bales of straw stacked in pyramids.
One of the guys that delivered the straw was helping Hubby stack it next to the goat pen. When Meels, Blueberry, and the gang came to investigate, the stranger broke into a huge grin.
“I know them. Those are Nigerian goats!” he exclaimed. He introduced himself as Timothy from Nairobi, Kenya, and happily went on to tell Hubby about seeing Nigerian Dwarf goats in Africa and how important goats were to the livelihood of his countrymen.
I’ve been smiling ever since because, thanks to Blueberry and Meels, the world has shrunk!
“Dear friends, let us love one another, because love is from God, and everyone who loves has been born of God and knows God.” –1 JOHN 4:7 (HCSB)