The Beer Garden

When we got back from our treatment-and-shopping run this morning, and I went out to take some trash out, I heard this odd noise behind me.  When I turned around, here’s a white goat with a brown-and-white head coming toward me!  Friendly little guy, didn’t want to leave me alone, but I did go inside to call the neighbors/landlord/-lady, who seem to know everyone in the county, but they weren’t home, so I gave Mr. Empire a call.  He came out, and the goat was just as friendly to him.

We knew there were goats living down the road, so he took the car and went to check with them while I goat-sat, so the stray wouldn’t get out in the road again and get himself killed.  He found someone who said they thought the goat was theirs, so we stayed out with it … which turned out to be a rather challenging proposition for me, since the goat decided it liked my strawberry plants, and required regular shoving away from them!  

The neighbors finally got home, and recognized the goat as belonging to someone other than the folks we’d been waiting for — these live just north of the cornfield from us.  Not ten minutes later, here comes the young owner on a Gator.  The goat wasn’t too thrilled about getting in, so Carl gave him a hand, holding the goat while the owner drove, and Audrey took the car to bring him home.

So my strawberry plants are safe … unless the goat gets loose again before they get his pen’s height increased, this weekend, so he can’t jump out!