Stupid city ordinances. *pouty face*
Sec. 7-5. Keeping of certain animals prohibited; exception. (a) No person shall keep or maintain within the corporate limits of the city any of the animals named hereafter: (1) Alligators; (2) Bears; (3) Bees; (4) Cattle; (5) Coyotes; (6) Crocodiles; (7) Felines other than domestic house cats; (8) Foxes; (9) Goats; (10) Horses; (11) Mules; (12) Rabbits; (13) Raccoons; (14) Scorpions; (15) Sheep; (16) Skunks; (17) Snakes; (18) Swine; (19) Wolves; and (20) Any other poisonous or venomous animal. (b) This section shall not apply to: (1) The Park District; (2) Animals while being used in a theatrical production, parade or circus; (3) Non-venomous snakes or rabbits kept under the authority of a permit issued by the city animal warden upon showing satisfaction to him that the animals are being kept for a bona fide educational purpose and that if the animals were to escape captivity they would present only a nuisance and not a danger to the public. The permit may be conditioned upon continued observation by the permittee of such reasonable limitations as the animal warden considers to be proper to protect the public health, safety and welfare.
I’ve been thinking about keeping a goat. Just in my backyard. Just for the weeds. See, I have these thistlesfromhell in my backyard, and I need to find a way to get rid of them.
Goats eat thistles.
I know this, because I grew up on a farm, and had a nanny goat for a pet for a while.
Her name was Heidi. (Ok, get the laughing over with, I’ll wait ……………………………….. sheesh, you don’t have to laugh quite that hard….)
This was her, perched and waiting for me to come outside and play, with two of our barn cats. The hay was to protect the foundation of a very old farmhouse that we lived in at the time. Kept pipes from freezing, and such. The cats are Rocky (stripey one) and Boots (black and white one), both boys, and both getting their daily grooming from Mama Heidi.
ANYWAY… *digression sigh*
I would love to have another goat, just a little one. They eat weeds that no other animals will touch. Like 7 foot thistles that children are afraid to go near, because they think they’ll have to either cut them down and haul them away, or maybe they think the thistles will magickally grow feet and thorny hands and GRAB them as they walk past.
This only happens in the Disney version.
My life is not the Disney version.
I want a goat to nom down these weeds, then I would have a lovely, snuggly pet to sit with in the evenings, that would harumph contentedly when it sits with me on our straw bales in the backyard. I want an eager, goaty face run to greet me, bleating madly, because it missed me awwwwwlll day.
Heidi would follow me around the farm as I went about my daily chores.
Feeding horses, she had to always check the quality of the feed (nom, bleat, nom).
Mucking the stalls required much stamping and jumping to make sure the fresh straw got packed in juuuust right.
Checking on the kittens upstairs in the barn required much nuzzling and purring. Such a nanny…clattering up and down the barn steps on little goaty hooves.
Feeding the golden retriever, Honey, that lived in the barn, required chasing her around, and being chased by her – all over the yard.
And then, there were the lazy autumn afternoons, cuddled in the piles of straw, soaking up sunshine and nibbling the split ends off my hair, thus preventing, for another week, the haircuts I hated.
And, when gardening time came around, making sure those stupid raspberries didn’t take over the farm by munching them right. down. to. the. ground….oops.
The raspberries were the last straw for my mom. That goat Had. Ta. Go. Luckily, a friend ran a recovery farm for race-horses, and goats are very soothing for those high-strung thoroughbreds, kept as companions for them to allow them to heal between races. Heidi went to live in his horse barn, and had a very happy, easy life after that.
But I still miss her funny, cud-chewin’ little face. Her bah-ah-ah-ing (which I can actually imitate, and we used to let each other know where we were – goaty hide-n-seek). Her bristly fur, the floppy ears, the sharp little hooves and bony knees that she used to climb up into my lap with, to cuddle like a cat. *sniff*
I want a goat.
Stupid city ordinances.