Sunday morning Jay and I decided that we didn't want to hang out in the house long enough to hear the kids start their daily argument over who gets to play with the PS3 first, so we threw on some clothes and ditched them for a drive into the city in search of something fun to eat. (I guess the good parent thing to do would have been to take the kids with us, but, we really didn't want to be with them. And not everything has to be about the kids.)
We were driving along, not really headed in any direction, when I spotted this:Goats, right in the middle of the city. (I wish I could have gotten better pictures but they were pretty well fenced in. Which I imagine is how you'd want your city goats.)
When we came home I tried to find out some information about these goats. Like, um why are they there in the middle of Portland? I couldn't find anything out about these specific goats, but it turns out that it's not that uncommon. As long as you have the space and they're properly fenced in, you can have livestock in the city. Which of course I'm fine with. The goats aren't hurting anyone. It was just an odd sight to see goats in amongst the cars, tall buildings, and businesses.
Oh, and for those wondering, we ended up eating at Best Baguette, where I had a sandwich made on the biggest, butteriest croissant I've ever laid my hands on. I will be going back.