• : Its curious eyes staring through the window, the goat stands on it hind legs and looks its that way. It looked inside, the skin of its muzzle almost touching the glass, the nose fogging up the pane with each breath. The room was lit up as if lit by touching a light switch, and presented a diffuse warm glow towards the wind, with the goat curious at the things and sounds it had never seen before. It appeared to bleat a gentle bleat like you'd wish to be invited in, just a touch of whimsy for the quiet. #goat

  • : The forest floor was fallen leaves and moss and it made a soft crunch with each hoove that it stepped on. The canopy of dappled sunlight above stretched tall trees. Out for a walk along the path the goat poked his head through the bushes, the goat’s ears twitched as he explored, nibbling on the tender shoots of greenery. Even the goat got in tune with peacefulness of the forest, hearing only the sweet smell of pine and earth and the sweet sounds of the forest. #forest #goat

  • : The goat stood with its head worn with garland of bright wildflowers in its soft fur, trotting bravely over the field. Just eyeing the daisy, lavender, and small sprigs of greenery that made up the garland, the goat moved its feet one by one, like a womancaressing her husband’s shoulders while they sat in bed in front of the fire. The garland a cheerful thing to it playful stride, it looked almost regal as it moved through the meadow. The scene was bathed in golden stroke of the sun with its shimmering flowers, which made a perfect rustic charm painted picture. #garland

  • : The curious eyes of the goat trailed across the fresh fruits, bread, and cheese laid out across the checkered blanket, the goat had wandered over for a look. The goat nibbled at a corner of the blanket as the scent of fresh grass and sweet treats warmed the air and the goat leapt off the picnic baskets and darted back and forth between the lot of them. There was a vociferous laughter from those who had gathered around the picnic, the sound of which rang out in the warm afternoon air, and the goat, being an impressionable shaft, noisily apprentices each corner of the quiet and bright coming together. #picnic

  • : The big eyes on the goat sniffing at the frosting of a small birthday cake stared up at me. There on a rustic wooden table of sorts sat the cake, the bright candles burned away, the cake decorated with edible flowers spread allover, with a few curious farm animals eagerly weaving around. #birthday

  • : A horse grazed lazily in the corner, nearby chickens pecked at the ground. The goat nibbled a bit of hay and bled a greeting out to the other goats now and then. The animals churned on living their lives, each animal doing what it needed to do to survive, with each letting the other go about the business of life on the farm. The goat’s spirit of play, its curiosity, fit right in; the friendly mix of creatures became more and more friendly with the goat’s charm. #farm

  • : With a bundle of hay in its mouth, a bundle of hash in its pocket, the goat stood proudly perked ears and gleaming eyes of satisfaction. The hay, fresh and green, poked out of either side of its lips, making what, otherwise, was a solemn face a little cuter. The bundle bouncy-bounced, the goat seeming pleased with little treasure as it trotted through the barnyard. Kngong kngong, I could hear the hay mixing with the smell of the fresh farm air. A rural scene of a hard working goat walking undisturbed through the field. #goat

  • : As he goat went lightheartedly and with nimble hoof up the wooden fence, his eyes shone mischief. It climbed up one hoof at a time; up the slats, it balanced expertly on top rail, looking out over the pasture. But the sound of that fence creaking beneath the goat's weight was not altogether unwelcome; as if that challenge of all challenges was just another adventure. It perched, proudly, finally, surveying its surroundings, like a little mountain goat, newly placed in the caravan.

  • : The verbal rush of water to her ears was the only noise to accompany the peace with which the goat wandered peacefully through the lush meadow, its hooves studding the dewy grass. It was surrounded by well blooming wild flowers in shades of purple, yellow, and white and the air was full of the delicious smell. The goat ate at the trouble sweet grass, ears flicking at the breeze that swished the tall, tender stems. The goat, beautiful as it is, was content, surrounded by the beauty of nature, one of the few things that still seemed to add to the cieling of the sunlit openness. #goat

  • : On a wooden swing, sat the goat, its hooves cupped over the ropes and rocking back and forth, playfully. The swing creaked slowly with each motion, its seat in a little tree lined corner of the farm yard.#goat

  • : The goat was proud, a small jaunty hat perched atop its head just a tad off kilter, and made even more rugged by its presence. Its hat, a simple straw piece with a colorful ribbon, cut too big for the goat, that it wore it gaily, though. The hat bobbed with each one of the hooves doing work on the ground, smiling as it trotted around the pasture, clicking and clicking.

  • : The goat came to the world b y poking its head through the wooden fence, its bright eyes looking the world. Its soft fur brushed the slats and small hay balls and wildflowers congregated at the base of the fence giving the scene a bit of color. The goat, whose ears twitched with interest as it sniffed, reacted to the air eager to extend an exploration over the other side.

  • : They say what noises the goats make may have guaranteed plenty of peace around 3000 years ago, but not today, and definitely not in this field. It grazed contentedly in the quiet farm, among a few curious chickens and during some distance from a horse as the sound echoed. #goatbell

  • : the Goat bent its head low and lick its lips in contentment. The goat so quietly nibbled, with calm precision, that all one could smell was the fresh, earthy smell of the meadow. The sound of its gentle mmming and the rhythmic passing of its jaw at each bite, was a peaceful sound, for it was the quiet of the countryside.

  • : The mountain goat sat at the edge of a rocky cliff, its sure feet planted on the edge, the peaks out below being looked at with stern interest. It stood out, so thick white fur and curved horns made it a true master of its high altitude domain and blended seamlessly into the rocky landscape. The mountain air ruffled its coat as it moved, gracefully along the steep slopes where delicate and difficult terrain lay below. With her surrounded by great, blank slabs of stone completely untouched by the human hand, this goat was a creature of wild, wild mountains.#goat

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