Funny thing about goats...

So this is my newest yarn, it's the color of these flowers, hence the name "Zinnias". Well I thought it would be a catchy idea to get a picture of the goat who produced the mohair eating a zinnia...simple, right? First I looked Zinnias up on the internet under "poisonous/non-poisonous plants", and no problem there. Well good. Next, I had to catch the goat. Funny thing about goats, when you have grain or just plain don't want to be bothered, they are all lovey-dovey like they haven't seen you in 5 years. But as soon as you want them to do something, forget it. If you haven't tried dosey-doing around the goat yard with a 75 pound running hairball, you haven't lived. And the worse part about catching a goat who does not want to be caught, is that they tend to be "drama queens". As soon as you catch one, they bray continually and at full lung capacity so that the entire countryside thinks you are slaughtering the poor thing! Well, we got through that part, not fun in 90 degree weather but typical, and haltered up the goat. I am not an expert photographer, and knew I had to halter her if I had a prayer of getting this shot before she ate the flowers. Next I brought out the zinnias and waited for her to gobble them up. Nothing. "Yum!" I said, encouragingly. Nothing but the chomping of dry grass. As it turns out, goats do not like zinnias, no matter how safe and nourishing they may be. This shot was actually a result of cheating. I called her name, stuffed in the zinnia and got the shot before she was able to spit it out. If nothing else I've proven I still have my dexterity, even at 50!