"Meet the kids"

We were invited to a baby shower this weekend.  For a goat.

 

 Yes, a goat.  What do you do at a baby shower for a goat, you ask?  You play games, of course.  Games like "How many goat berries (poop) is in a jar?"  And you give the mom-to-be a gift.  We brought a beautiful bouquet of wheat, although from what I understand a goat will pretty much eat anything.  

There was dessert.  Cupcakes with brown jelly beans on top of green frosting.  Just like goat berries in the grass. 

If you're guessing that this event was held over the invisible line that runs through Ontario County separating the 585 from the 315-ers, you'd be correct.  Although loving your animals to this degree is not limited to those who live in the country.  I once attended a birthday party for a dog.  There were party hats, and a cake with the dog's face in frosting, and we sang happy birthday of course.  All of that was just fine by me- until the dog licked the cake that we were being served.

The kids, of course, loved every minute of the baby shower.  They got to see a farm up close and they didn't mind the faux-goat berries on top of the cupcakes.  Party favors were pictures of the adult goats dressed up in costume or wearing funny glasses.  It was fun for everyone, and not something you get invited to every day (or at all!)

As for the goat, she appreciated the wheat.  She had twins, by the way.  Both the mother and babies are doing well.