Pumpkin purrs.
I don’t know how else to describe the contented little noise our adopted, senior citizen goat mama makes when she’s eating, or anytime her simple, uncomplicated goat-life is going well -- which is nearly always.
Finding a spot in the warm spring sunshine seems particularly pleasing to Pumpkin, and will get also her to purring.
It feels good to us, knowing Pumpkin has settled in and is content with us here -- that her golden years will be good. Leah and I don’t purr, but when we’re around Pumpkin we sure do smile a lot.
