Just done a week of work experience at a donkey sancturay in Cornwall, loved it and was sad to leave and come back to school, there were other animals there as well, guinea pigs, rabbits, sheep, ponies, chipmunks, pigs and goats and there was one goat there called Betsy and i’m convinced that she had something against me, she had that ‘look’ in her eye from the first day that said i’m gonna make your life hell, and she certainly did her best!
Here’s a few things that ‘dear little Betsy the goat’ did to ‘help’ me out:
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I was going around in the mornings and checking all the guinea pigs and rabbits and filling up there dried food and water, Betsy was following me and trying to get the bucket of feed off me by headbutting my leg with her horns, i happended to be wearing shorts so that was great, lovley bruises all over (this event happened almost every day during my week excpet when one moring i was lucky enough to get to work early and did all the feed before Betsy came out of her stable)
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I had to take Betsy back to her stable, i put the lead rope on her, she was fine, walked to the stable, that was fine then stepped into the stable and that wasn’t fine, she headbutted and then i had to let her go then start all over again
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Quite a funny event actually now i come to think of it. I was appointed the job of cleaning out Betsy’s stable i took all the old straw and dirty stuff out and swept it all clean, no sign of Betsy (yet) then i went to get a wheelbarrow of straw and emptied it in the stable (still no Betsy) then went off an filled another wheelbarrow and came back then laid out all the straw nicely but there wasn’t enough so i went off to get another load in that time Betsy returnedand, as i came back witht the third barrow of straw i saw her standing right in the middle of the new, clean straw she looked at me and then answered the call of nature right there on the straw, looked at me gave this sort of ‘goatish’ grin where they bear there teeth and look you in the eye and then she settled down right in the middle of the straw and wouldn’t budge and chewed cud and stared at me with a smug satisfied goatface.
aahhh dear little Betsy we were such good friends (f***ing goat)