In my last post, pondering the marvels of the goat udder, Diane (who has an amusing blog about living the Loess Hills of Iowa, which you will find under my "Iowa blogs of Note" blogroll on the right sidebar) said she could not believe I did not post a picture of "the famous goat boob." Indeed, I tried to encourage my readers to imagine the "goat boob" for themselves.
Now, you must realize, Diane is a professional photographer. So, she would take a delightful picture of my goat's special bits, but she's not here. She's valiantly trying to quit smoking while dealing with three rascally dogs and adjusting to life in Iowa, having moved here from Georgia. Wow, that's quite an adjustment! No wonder her imagination skills are on hiatus.
So Diane, with apologies for my photographic skills, which are middling to none, especially when it comes to udder photography, these are for you. And let me assure you, it is quite difficult to hold a squirming goat with one arm, and take a decent photo with the other hand, while avoiding having the second goat chew on the camera. Therefore, some lack of perfect focus is unfortunately present...
Anyone else wishing to comment, please feel free! I am udderly open to comments!