In Conversation: “I don’t like goats.”
I don’t like eating goat products. No goat’s cheese. No goat’s meat. I don’t like the smell of them.
When I was a small girl, growing up in Clonmel, Ireland, the countryside was very near. Up the road there was an old woman called Mary O’Dwyer. She had goats. But she didn’t have a field. So, she just let them out at the side of the road – it being a country road it had a grass margin.
And so, the goats would stay there all day grazing, including on occasion the Billy goat, which was the big male with long horns. I was a bit frightened by them, because for some reason the Billy goat chased me one day.
So, no. I don’t like goats.