Kegs on legs.

Today was a mildly interesting day. In the afternoon, I learned of the joy of working the petting pen. We have about 15 pygmy goats--all old, fat nannies. While you sit among these ladies, they rub their little noses all over you. When there were no people around, I tried to read a book, but they would not have it! At one point, I had ten furry kegs on legs surrounding me, all begging for a head scratch. (Pygmys have big round bellies, and kids commonly believe that they are pregnant because of this appearance). I spoke with many endearing children and was happy that they could experience these animals at so close a range. However, I am continually shocked at the places children will poke their fingers out of curiousity--I'll let you figure out where I mean. I guess they've gotta learn somehow where all the holes go.