You know when you confuse what you think is a covy of bee hives with a herd of goats you are in T R O U B L E. Good night Irene. Yesterday when Cindy and I were riding, about on the last leg of our journey, Cindy calls out to me, Is that a bunch of bee hives? I, the world traveler, say assuredly, Why yes, I believe so!
Later that same afternoon, we discover, much to our astonishment, that the bee hives are in fact, a herd of white goats. Sweet, yes, but not the real thang.