I’m a human being, but I look like I reek

Hello, Life, you magnificent wonder, bleating illustration of universal mysteries.

The Native and I spent some minutes this morning trying to dislodge a baseball-sized mound of feces from the week-old undercarriage of this little black goat.

Farming is sexy. And my nasal passages may never be the same.

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