I have mentioned in earlier blogs that I enjoy driving through the farmlands near my home to clear my head and meditate/pray.
One day I was doing just that when I came across a pygmy goat in the middle of the country road I was “flying down.” I safely slowed down, and the goat stared at me then slowly walked to the side of the road. When that goat left my field of vision I saw at least seven more wandering around on each side of the narrow road.
Worried that a fast-moving truck would take them all out. I turned around and drove up the driveway leading to a large farmhouse attached to the field they had escaped from. On that short journey, my active imagination reminded me of the stories of farmers who protected their isolated lands with a shotgun and a shovel.
I carefully approached the farmhouse; there was a glass storm door that was closed and locked with the front door wide open. I knocked, rang the bell and yelled inside but was not able to make contact with anyone.
I drove further down the drive to two large barns and, again, exited my car and knocked on doors and looked in windows with no success. I walked around and didn’t see anyone in the fields or on the property.
I returned to the house and tried the same things, oddly enough, I got the same results!
The goats were getting bolder, and I was sure they wouldn’t last long outside of the fencing.
I drove a short distance to the next farmhouse and knocked on that door- still worried about the many stories I’d heard of farmers and their shotguns.
As I was starting to walk away, a middle-aged woman answered the door. I apologized, “I’m sorry to bother you but, your neighbor’s….”
She cheerfully interrupted, “Oh! Did the goats get out again, it’s been a few days since that’s happened. I’ll text them. Thanks!”
Well! It seems my act of “Probably false” bravery to save these goners was not as gallant as I had pictured in my head!
I might have imagined it, but it seemed to me that the goats were laughing at me as I passed them the second time!
Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed!
Please comment and share with friends,
Phil
Worried that a fast-moving truck would take them all out. I turned around and drove up the driveway leading to a large farmhouse attached to the field they had escaped from. On that short journey, my active imagination reminded me of the stories of farmers who protected their isolated lands with a shotgun and a shovel.
I carefully approached the farmhouse; there was a glass storm door that was closed and locked with the front door wide open. I knocked, rang the bell and yelled inside but was not able to make contact with anyone.
I drove further down the drive to two large barns and, again, exited my car and knocked on doors and looked in windows with no success. I walked around and didn’t see anyone in the fields or on the property.
I returned to the house and tried the same things, oddly enough, I got the same results!
The goats were getting bolder, and I was sure they wouldn’t last long outside of the fencing.
I drove a short distance to the next farmhouse and knocked on that door- still worried about the many stories I’d heard of farmers and their shotguns.
As I was starting to walk away, a middle-aged woman answered the door. I apologized, “I’m sorry to bother you but, your neighbor’s….”
She cheerfully interrupted, “Oh! Did the goats get out again, it’s been a few days since that’s happened. I’ll text them. Thanks!”
Well! It seems my act of “Probably false” bravery to save these goners was not as gallant as I had pictured in my head!
I might have imagined it, but it seemed to me that the goats were laughing at me as I passed them the second time!
Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed!
Please comment and share with friends,
Phil
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