Schwack Schwack Schwack.....

My Mom had a great idea to help me get rid of some of the brush and bramble around this place...goats. She and Dad went to an auction and bought six nannys, the following is a snippet of our conversation as we were unloading them:

Me: Uh Mom you said there were 6 nannys..

Mom: yeah

Me: two of those nannys have awfully big balls...

The next day as I am leaving to take the kids to school, I notice that all of the goats are running around OUTSIDE of the fence. Long story short, all 4 nannys escaped, but the the billys...........

This is my theory about why the billys stayed until winter:

Let me start by saying that in order for them to escape they would have to cross a two lane highway. A two lane highway in the DEEP south, in May, the equivalent of walking on hot coals. Well for the nannys this was no biggy, but the billys would have to drag their giant goat testicles across two lanes of molten lava. I believe that they decided to wait, dragging your bits across asphalt is bad enough, but at least in November they wouldn't have road rash and 3rd degree burns.

Until the road cooled they could be spotted in the front field entertaining themselves by standing head to head, pushing back and forth thus creating a nasty pendulum effect with their giant scrotums. There is no delicate way to say this but...They got enough momentum going so that their "stuff" slapped together in the middle....schwack schwack schwack (is that goat for "who's your daddy?")

Kinda like this but with goat heads and fur.