Monday, February 20, 2012

WAAA WAAA WAAA

There have been a lot of stories lately about how goats develop accents. Woop, big news flash, I could have told you that two years ago when Moldy moved here from Oregon and we could not understand a word she said except WAAA WAAA WAAA.

Wronny would say to her, "will you please be quiet please,"

And Moldy would say, as if she didn't know that Wronny is the herdqueen, "WAAA WAAA WAAA!"

Hannah Belle would say to her, "Do not make me ask you again to step away from the feeder. I am the boss of the Nigerians."

And Moldy would say, as if she thought this was a free love commune and she could just do as she pleased, "WAAA WAAA WAAA!"

I would say to her, "I hope you know I am Baby Belle Jr. and I will not put you in my blog until you speak properly like the rest of us are doing."

And Moldy would say "WAAA WAAA WAAA."

Eo and Penrose are from Southeast Washington and they could understand her a little bit but Eo would not interpret anything Moldy said so it was up to Penrose.

"She hasn't said anything worth mentioning," Eo would shrug bitterly.

"I think she is saying that it is nothing like Oregon here," Penrose would explain.

"She is saying that this is not how they do it in Oregon."

"She is saying in Oregon the food is better. And also the climate."

Etc etc etc. Then gradually Moldy managed to enunciate intelligibly. And now sometimes we even forget she is from Oregon, where I guess everyone feasts on third cutting alfalfa and bon bons so they can't speak properly.

Then Fred the baby buck moved here from Oregon.

WAAA WAAA WAAA.

Deja vu all over again.