My Goats


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SCBWI-Winter Conference in New York was an amazing experience. I would encourage anyone in the writing and illustrative children’s book field to try to attend. As an Illustrator Coordinator, I was able to help with some of the particulars of the conference. This forced me to mingle with people and help them in finding where they needed to be through out the conference. There are many things I want to share about the conference. I will blog about this later.

“I’m innocent, I swear!”

For now I just wanted to tell you how crazy my life can be. Everyday that I was at the conference I got over 4 phone calls a day from neighbors telling me that my goats where out of my fence, enjoying the greener grasses from the other side. At one point I was standing in front of the founder of the SCBWILin Oliver and she over heard me mention how funny it was that my daughter had to go rescue the goats from escaping our farm. She said, “now that’s not something you hear everyday at the SCBWI New York conference.” I love my neighbors for being so helpful and contacting me when things may not be as they should on my little farm. But what can I do, “I’m in NY” I thought. My dear husband did try to fix the fences but they were still escaping. He told me I had to promptly put the goats on Craig’s list as soon as I got home!

“The grass was so green, I couldn’t resist!”

So yesterday morning I drive up to the house after dropping off my daughter at school to the scene of several goats playing king of the picnic table. They were in my lawn, on top of the picnic table pushing each other off. Quite the scene! “When the farmer’s away the goats will play!”

“They told me it was OK!”

We had a ferocious Texas storm the day before I left for NY and many of our neighbors fences went down from the debris pushing up against them. Apparently ours did too… A week later and back to reality, I reassessed where they were escaping from I went to work.  I spent half the day mending fences and raking debris away from about 50 feet of fencing. A farmers work is never done…”Welcome Home!” Ha!