Day 171 (Shabbos sheep)

We visited the goats today. That is, on the road between our apartment and the dining hall , there is a pen with what we  genially call "the angry goats" off to the side. Today, while walking around the kibbutz with BSM, I decided to actually go up to the pen. When we got there, I saw there was a path leading down... Anyway, it turns out there is a whole complex of pens, complete with sheep, goats, a handful of dogs, a couple of mules, and some rabbits. It also turns out that the loud angry meh-ing is not the goats at all, but the sheep. I doubt we can stop calling them "the angry goats," though, it's just been too long. Sorry, placid goats. You will forever be "angry." BSM liked looking at all of the animals, and after a while, he started talking to the sheep. "Meh," he said (albeit much more quietly than the sheep.) "Meh."