The Goat Story

My roommate Anna told me this true tale of caprine mischief the other day:
Apparently while home in Edinburgh for the weekend, Anna was up in her room when she heard a huge crashing sound. She thought it might be her mother dropping some pans in the kitchen or something, but then she heard her brother shout "F*#@ OFF!!" She went downstairs to find a goat had broken in to the house (if you can say that about a goat). The goat proceeded to run around the house, pee and crap on her brother's bed, resist capture and head-butt anyone who came too close. Anna also noted that the goat smelled horrendous, even for a goat. A local farmer who came by to help even commented on the smelliness of the goat, which is pretty impressive for a farmer to call something smelly. Anna's dad eventually had to get the goat out by luring it out the gate (apparently the goat would follow people around) and shutting and locking it behind the goat. All this was a lot funnier with Anna telling it, especially with her Scottish accent, but I thought it was hilarious!!

Classic...

Saw the freakin' funniest bumper sticker in Naas the other day:
"Grow your own dope- plant a man." I love it!
Sorry no pictures from Kildare yet- I used a disposable camera in case I dropped it in slurry (cow poop- not nice) so I haven't used up all the film yet. May take some shots of Flush just to finish the role.

Hiding from cows in Kildare/Wicklow/Dublin

Hi friends, family, etc. I figured since Katie's blog was such a good way to keep up with what was going on the daily lives of the Moellerings, I'd do the same in case anyone is bored at work/interested. I don't have that much to say just yet. This week I'm seeing cattle and some small animal practice in Counties Kildare, Wicklow and Dublin with Mr. John Fitzgerald. We mostly spend our days going out to beef herds to test their cattle for TB and Brucellosis. When the farmers start to move their cows into the races for us to test them, Mr. Fitzgerald always tells me to stay out of their field of vision so they don't feel nervous about going into the race (they don't like the sight of strangers- it makes them nervous). Hence we spend a lot of our time hiding behind hay bales.