We've talked before about how goats are troublesome creatures. Around this time of year the bucks are, well, there's no other way to put it - they are gross! They pee all over themselves to (supposedly) attract the nanny goats and they stink to high heavens. They'll try to rub on you. It's just nasty with a capital N. My neighbor walked over the other day. He's got a little buckling goat that was doing the same thing. He asked what he could do about it.
I told him, "I have just the tool for him." An Ideal Band Castrator. It is a very old tool I have for emasculating bull calves and goats. I told him that this is not reversable. If he wants his goat 'fixed,' I'd be obliged to do it for him. And so I placed a rubber band on the castrator and walked over next door and stood in front of the little goat who had no idea what was about to happen. My neighbor held his goat's legs while I expanded the castrator and worked the goat's nut sack through the rubber band. Then I closed the pliers and the rubber band tightened around the top of the little goat's sack.
It is not supposed to hurt. The rubber band cuts off the blood flow and in a couple of weeks, the sack just falls off. I watched the goat over the next several days. He acted as normal as one might considering having a rubber band around your family jewels. One day, the sack was gone. It fell off and although I didn't see it, the neighbor has chickens in there and chickens eat ANYTHING! The neighbor was offshore so I texted him to let him know that his goat had no more balls. He was very happy - the neighbor, that is. The goat? I'm not so sure he's happy about the turn of events. Poor Boy.
Speaking of "Po-boys," let's change the subject to something more palatable, shall we? Right on campus of the University of Louisiana (formerly USL) in Lafayette, is a restaurant called Olde Tyme Grocery. They are famous for their po-boys. My favorite is fried shrimp po-boys with a side of fries.
It was a beautiful day and we sat out on the patio. We split a large po-boy while we listened to live music. It was a guy playing guitar while singing old songs that everyone knows the words to. Po-boys were great. We'll be back. Someone told me that next time I need to try the meatball po-boy. Sounds good, but I'm a creature of habit. Once I find something I like, I tend to get the same thing again and again.
We left there and went to Moncus Park in Lafayette. It's just a beautiful park with a nice walking trail. We had to walk off that monstrous po-boy. The live oaks were strung with string lights to give a festive flair.
This right here with a cup of coffee is pure delight!
In this blog post, we've had quite a journey - from the least appetizing subject to the most appetizing.
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