“Hey, lady. I see you over there pulling stuff outta the ground, lady.”
I’m harvesting garlic, silly girl. You wouldn’t like it.
“How do you know??”
Ok, ok; you can’t have garlic, but I’ll put some thistles up on the post to keep you occupied. Noisy goat!
“Service for two, right?”
“Go away, kid, these are mama thistles.”
Never a dull moment when goats can see you.