It is no secret that I am an animal lover.  How many animal selfies have you seen me post over the years?

Goats are one of my favorites.  They are so silly that I cannot help but laugh at their antics.  When they are baby goats it is even better.    Baby goats IN SWEATERS take the prize.

My sister made a couple of friends.

A recent visit to the home of Carl Sandburg in Flat Rock, North Carolina surprised me. With goats.  I guess I should have read up a little bit more before our trip but I usually let the tour guides do their thing and fill me in on what I need to know. After all that is their job.

My sister and her husband were in town and they wanted to get their lifetime Senior National Park passes and one of the places to do that was the Carl Sandburg Home National Historic Site.  Off we went to tour the home and the grounds.

Then I saw it.  A sign pointing the way to the goat barn.  Well, come to find out Mrs. Sandburg was much more than a goat enthusiast.  She was perhaps a goat fanatic.  She urged Carl to find a bigger place than their place in Michigan so that she could have more goats.

She kept meticulous files and was a master of genetics.  Her goats were prize winning and milk producing phenomenons and at one point her herd numbered between 250 and 300 goats.  Now that’s a lot of goats.

Today there are 3 basic kinds of goats that remain on the farm and they are descendants of that original herd which is pretty amazing.

So visitors get to walk amongst the goats and carefully avoiding poo piles that is exactly what we did after our house tour.  I have to admit I was a little bit giddy at thought of seeing the goats .  When I saw baby goats and then baby goats in sweaters  –I was over the moon.

Kids are fast moving and I just could not get great opictues of them because they were hopping all over the place but you get the idea.

Then there was Nellie.  Nellie and I took a shine to one another and I suspect when I go back the next time Nellie will be a tad slimmer.