BaaaaRock
This has been the week of the goat, literally! We spent the week looking for a baby goat to add to our farm. Tuesday morning, we headed to Willard with our family friend, Sherm, to attend an animal auction. Sherm is the rancher that I grew up next door to. I have to admit that I have been calling him with greater frequency these days with silly questions about horses, goats, barns, and a lot of other fun things. I have great memories of Sherm and his wife Nanc from my childhood. We have been to rodeos, camping and hunting with them. We used to drive to “the hollow” where Sherm often kept cows in the summer. My brother, Preston, and I would pile into the back of Sherm’s old blue truck with his Australian Shepherd “Bear”. My mom and Nanc would sit up front holding boxes of hot pizza, and we would head up to the hollow across from Valley View Golf Course. If my dad, “Leroy” as Sherm called him, happened to be home, he would come ...