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One after noon, we stretched out legs by walking past a series of farms.

Look, we do work. I don’t tend to write about working because it’s really only interesting to us. But we work most of the time. When we aren’t working hard, we are either traveling hard or documenting said travels. And every once-and-a-while I just need to stop working and go outside. This incredibly desperate urge had me walking through a rural neighborhood where lots didn’t just include the family home but also some assortment of either goats, sheep, donkeys, or horses. And there I was, with my camera.

One after noon, we stretched out legs by walking past a series of farms.
As we walked along the fence, these two friendly individuals trotted up to see if the item in my had was edible. The small white one flung itself against the brown to make room for itself and the brown, good natured, sidled over. They remained optimistic for a while but lost interest when it was clear that there was no food coming.

One after noon, we stretched out legs by walking past a series of farms.
I think these goats could stick there heads through a key hole if they thought there might be food on the other side.
One after noon, we stretched out legs by walking past a series of farms.
Yeah, I like goats.

Lexi lives in a truck camper down by the river.

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