I was going to take some pictures of Cloudy, our beautiful Faverolle hen who has feathers on her feet:
But goats love to know what’s going on,
and Misty got very interested.
Recently I’ve been noticing her horns
How long they are getting.
The dark brown colour towards the tip is caused by the build up of lanolin grease from their wool.
Now their wool is so long that grass seeds get stuck in it. It’s very irritating.
A Bad Guide 
Just more goat porn. Hurray!
I can’t believe what some people consider to be “porn”.
Horny females! Free pics!
I see! my innocent mind did not pick up the possible implications of those horns.
Don’t listen to them, m-l. They are just lowering the tone.
Nah, nah, nah, it’s yer porn metaphorical. It’s getting pleased/aroused by representations of goats, rather than by their goaty majesties themselves. It’s like “gastro porn” – getting excited about magazine and telly representations of food, but not the actual nosh itself. There are doubtless subtle distinctions to be drawn – e.g. exactly how many sorts of porn are invoved in the lovely Nigella’s programmes? A horny problem. Oops, I meant a knotty problem. Hold on, that could sound bad too. I mean une question difficile.
Thank you, dearie. Now we understand.
Goat.
I see my earlier comment didn’t get through, so I’m adding this idle chitchat to convince the Gateway God that I am not a spammer before providing the link to the poem:
Goat
That one word + link is all I posted, or tried to post, before. It’s by John Kinsella and starts:
“Goat gone feral comes in where the fence is open
comes in and makes hay and nips the tree seedlings
and climbs the granite and bleats, through its line-
through-the-bubble-of-a-spirit-level eyes it tracks
our progress and bleats again.”
I rest my goat, I mean case.
Thank you very much for this, I love it. I probably won’t get this issue of the New Yorker for a couple of months.
I totally don’t understand WordPress’s arbitrary decisions about what’s spam. I apologise for the extra work entailed in getting through to us here at A Bad Guide, but we do try to live up to our name.