Those lips were made for kissing.
My hike got rained out this week, which is where I normally replenish my supply of cow photos. So back to the archives I go.
This pretty goat was at Odds Farm, where I took Daughter Number Two this summer. She wanted a kiss, and since I see nothing wrong with kissing goats, of course I obliged. (I kid, of course, which is what one does around young goats.)
I need to borrow a child so I can go back to the farm and get more kisses, I mean photos.