Proud Parent

Iowa's great for many things like, for instance, raising herds of fainting goats (if you have not heard about these magnificent creatures, please read here). I wanted to see some fainting goats. Warren agreed that it sounded like a fine idea. The plan was simple: email Timberside Farms to get 1) information and 2) an actual address, drive out to Brighton, take oodles of pictures where we either scare the goats stiff or cradle the little babies in our arms. This is what fainting goats look like when they scamper:

This explains the cradling urge--they are impossible to resist! Our plan fell flat on its face because David Lynn from Timberside Farms never returned our email. So we decided to go with Plan B, which went as follows: Drive 1.5 hours to a podunk town called Brighton. Hope for the best. "Hope for the best" sounds vague because it is--I don't know what we thought. Like, we'd roll into town and see signs for fainting goats? Negative. This is what we saw instead--Main Street:
It looked like that pretty much up and town the street. It turns out Brighton is basically a ghost town. Well, pop. 350, but still. We saw some guys in flannel and workboots looking at trailer hitches. "Locals!" I said, "Let's ask them about the fainting goats!" It did not go well. "Fainting goats?" They asked while taking two steps backwards, "Uh...no idea." We decided to take matters into our own hands, which basically consisted of driving up and down random streets hoping that the farm would materialize. After some time doing that I knew that my dreams of cradling an adorable scampering baby fainting goat were to be dashed to the ground.

As I wiped the tears from my eyes Warren thought of an excellent way to soothe my sorry soul: "Mini whisk?" he asked. You may or may not remember my last run in with the mini whisk in Kalona Community Store--I wanted it real bad but deserted it in its time of need. But I said I'd be back, so back we went. Everything was just as it should be:
We bought the mini whisk and some peach pie and left Kalona feeling pretty good. The next day we woke up with big plans for breakfast--of course, our new mini whisk was the star of the show. See how mini it is!
(Big thanks to Sarah, Melissa, Chelsea, and Allison for the lovely new mugs!) I know the mini whisk isn't quite like an adorable scampering baby fainting goat, but it's mine and I love it--turns out 39 cents can buy love! Now I just have to figure out how to fashion a peekaru for my new baby...