Goats are like a strange mix of dogs and cats. They love like dogs and play like cats.
There are a few goats in our camp’s animal nursery, and we could always go into their pens during free time.
One of my favorite things to do was just sit cross-legged on the ground and stare at the baby goats until they headbutted me. Regrettably, I’m a human, so I couldn’t headbutt them back. I used my hand instead and pushed against the kids, and they were surprisingly strong.
A couple weeks into camp I realized yet another thing I could do.
Although it wasn’t allowed, I found out it was really fun to let the kids jump up onto my back and let them balance.
At fist I didn’t enjoy it very much as their little hooves would stun me with sharp pain. Imagine a full-grown goat jumping onto a younger camper’s back and you’d get the idea to why the kids weren’t allowed up onto our backs.
Although I would spend most days with Stevie, Sarah, and Legolas, I would always get dragged to the nursery by one or more of my camp friends. There I would spend time “head”butting the little goats and allowing them to view the world from my back.
Goats seem to be just another under-appreciated animal.