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must have been two other goats. Rusty is the dowager now of the whole Nubian line at Thunder Hill. We have her daughter Gin Sger, who once was caught Sin the crotch of a tree and hung there, upside . es down, for hours before we found her. The accident left her paralyzed for a long time, during which we massaged her legs and fussed over her until, when she finally recov ered, she had firmly fixed in her caprine mind that a limp and a wistful look would earn her all the spe cial attention she craved. For two years after that incident we did not get a healthy kid from Ginger. Finally, however, Karen was born-Karen with the long, silver ears that she persists in chew ing, a habit as bad as L biting fingernails. Author Feels Amply Rewarded We have aristocratic Alpines in the herd now, too. There are even five white Saanens to deco rate our green pastures: Grandma, old and rheu 640 R. A.Romanes matic but still giving us A Kid Atop a Mailbox Inspects His World ample milk, and Grand Goats, Mrs. Nicholds found, are as ornery as boys if permitted to feel ma's daughters, Star and unloved. "Capricious?" she asks. "Of course. Aren't they the caprine breed?" Expectation and Gloria, and Grandma's grand The twins are slower, more stooped, and they daughter, Nancy. Any day now there will no longer put up preserves. They can't de- be great-grandchildren. cipher the recipes any more. Print, they say, These nine years have been rewarding, less is dimmer than it used to be. I was middle- perhaps in terms of cash than in terms of aged when we started; now the half century inner satisfaction. There is the thrill of suc is crowding me close, cessfully meeting the challenge of breeding Not one of the goats we had when we started and management problems. There is the deep is left. Gentle Bernadette has gone, and satisfaction of being able to supply a com Susie, who mothered the lamb. Zest has modity to people who badly need it and have gone, but Rusty, her equally arrogant daugh- no other place to turn for it. ter, is still very much with us. Rusty is the But most important, there is the joy of one who leans over the pen to twitch the ker- living with fundamental things and knowing chief from my hair and, when I turn indig- that living creatures depend on us for affec nantly, gazes out the window as if to say it tion, for help, for their very existence.