Chores

It is hot and humid down here in Texas. I hate the humidity; I feel like I can’t breathe outside right now, but there is work that must be done. The goat has to be milked, the garden tended to, and the organic farm we work at has weeds that must be pulled. One of the other chores that we all have had to help with lately is herding goats.

What? You don’t know what I am talking about? Okay, all you city folks, I will tell you what it means. When I say that we have to herd the goats, I mean that we have to let them out of their pen to roam and find food. We do this because they need more grass and leaves than they have in their pen, and we have plenty on our five acres. When we do this, we have to watch them to make sure they don’t get into the garden or go onto our neighbor's land.

Well I need to go; it is almost time for me to take my turn herding the goats. I wouldn’t want one of my sisters to have to stay out there too long.