I had that 45 when I was a kid. My grandma and I sang it together. The beauty of it was that when you were young, you thought about how it sounded vs how it was spelled. Actually kind of brilliant. I think it was my induction to listening to the subtleties of the English language, because I could actually hear the difference between "Mairzy doats" and "Mares eat oats" when I parsed it out in my head.

:)

eta: when I think about it my grandma played it on a big old record, on her console stereo she had. It looked a lot like this:

I thought I remembered reading that several communities were trying to use goats to keep the kudzu in check as well.

My goats love to eat everything! Including Kaluha, who decided to eat the shed one day...

Sort of an "immovable-object-meets-irresistible-force" kinda-thing. I like!

I read some communities in CA were hiring goats to clear the flammable brush, especially on steep hillsides, around their homes. Partially because it's cheaper and more efficient, and partially to get around CA's laws.

Our local municipal reservoir can only use goats on the face of the dam because anything else can injure the face causing rapid erosion, followed by a burst dam, surging maelstrom, fleeing victims, etc., etc.

It's ok to let goats do that, because illegal aliens won't do that kind of work anyway.:2cents:

Looks like a great place to be a goat. Pete just put the big goats in our temporary electric between the house and a permanent enclosure. The little guys were in there all week but were too busy playing on the rock pile to decimate their surroundings.

Guess they weren't hungry enough, probably because to feed them too well. :haha:

Yeah, kids today...

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You've been holding that back waiting for the perfect moment, haven't you.

There is a goat farm at Ft. Bragg. Goats are good for lots of things.

I may have been years, butt it was worth it.

The police station at Bryon Bay, Australia, has a sheep in the yard as a lawn trimmer.

Its name? Bob.

Well, Ali might get it. For everyone else:

Pre-1966, Australia used non-decimal currency, including a shilling, which (a) had a picture of a merino sheep on one side and (b) was referred to as a "bob". There you go.

One night some rapscallion abducted Bob from his yard. The cheek! He was safely returned.

Then Bob grew old and passed away. His replacement?

Two Bob, of course.

Yeah, if ya bugger 'em on the edge of a cliff, they push back...:sheep: