People always smile when I tell them the name of the farm, then they ask why I chose it.
Well, here's the story: My wonderful friend, Mary, and her family, drove all the way from Ohio to visit us last summer - which is a very long way. They did it all in one day, and thus arrived about 2am.
It was a lovely summer evening, so I sat on the front porch watching for car lights in order to direct them to our driveway. When they got out of the car we were all whispering and giggly - so excited to see each other.
The barn isn't very far away, and I guess goats have pretty good hearing. They began calling to us politely - a soft "ba ha ha ha." Susie, 12 and silly, said "Your goats are laughing at me!"
I thought that was a funny thought and it might make a happy farm name.
There you go. A happy name, and a pretty good descriptor too. I laugh at the goats, and the goats laugh at me.
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I remember arriving in the early morning hours at that peace-filled farm. Not only did the goats greet us, but we had a nice afternoon the next day watching the playful antics of all of the wonderful animals. It's a great place to visit and Dave and I look forward to having our own farm someday where we can take a laughing goat, turn it into a soft sweater or beautiful throw, and the goat still laughs!
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