Typewriter Syndrome

Remember those old fashioned typewriters? You know the kind....

Clack, clack, clack, clackity, clackity, clack, clack.....DING....ZZZZZTTTT....clack, clack, clack......

For those of you under thirty - it's the old, antique way of typing out a letter - and goes WAY back before e-mail - all the way back to the 1990's and beyond.

We're talking ANCIENT stuff here.

Some of these old machines even ran WITHOUT ELECTRICITY. OH, the HUMANITIES! How did people SURVIVE????

Well, the other day, I was out in the barn, with my mind wandering aimlessly (as it does most days), and got to thinking about those old typing machines. It must have been a long winter, because I started to notice that my goats had learned to type.

It was odd, though, they used their MOUTHS, not those two weird looking things they call toes. Nope, they CHOMPED their way through the affair.

The next time you lay your eyes on a goat at the feed trough eating, think about how it resembles one of those old typewriters....

First, put feed in the trough - goats don't do much of ANYTHING without lunch - then watch how they attack the food. One will start to eat, then gobble sideways a couple feet, until the food gets out of reach, then switch back to where they started, and do it over again.

This goes on, over and over until, either the food is gone, or someone else begins to type on their "page".

Gobble, gobble, gobble....DING....ZZZZZTTTT....gobble, gobble, gobble....DING....ZZZZZTTTT....gobble....gobble....gobble....DING.....ZZZZZTTTT....

Like I said, it must have been a long winter, and my mind was wandering.

Maybe I'm spending too much time in the barn....