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I’ve never been to a goat dairy, but I did know that baby goats are called “kids” because I had an elementary school teacher who, everytime someone referred to a child as a kid, would say, “Is so-and-so a baby goat? ” I also didn’t get to see Haleakala’s crater. When we drove up there, there was a storm with horizontal rain and the wind chill was something like 27 degrees Fahrenheit
Weather is always an issue . I’d been up there before but my husband hadn’t….it was fun, anyway!
Fun! You lost me after you said Hawaii though. Ha ha! I haven’t been to that cafe but have been to the crater and love it there.
It’s pretty spectacular.
As my daughter’s shepherdess for her goats and sheep when they are out of town, I assure you they don’t surf. But they do climb on roofs and poop — a LOT
Thanks for clarifying, Carol!