Emily the goat in her paddock in summer 1999. I used to feed her all my leftover organic veg and salads, as well as herbs from the garden; this girl could munch her way through a metre-high thistle faster than anyone I know. Sadly she passed away in August 2001 following an unsuccessful pregnancy. We buried her in the woods, and had a funeral ritual with the kids singing songs as we danced around her grave covered in flowers and plants she liked to eat.
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