| Saturday, May 21, 2005, 6:34:00 PM |
Just a quick recap, the pig and the goat were going to the "processing" facility. The pig finally made it, the goat got away by jumping out of the truck on the highway. Despite our best efforts we could not find the goat. Several days had passed and I basically gave her up as gone. I liked to believe that she found a nice spot and was enjoying herself. As it turns out she had. About a week after she absconded I got a call from someone in the next town over. Apparently the goat had emerged from her woods and just strolled over. This woman had chickens, horses and dogs and I guess Snoopy (that's the goat) had decided it looked close enough to home so she stayed. The owners of this farm assumed that the goat had to belong to someone around this area. Now mind you, they aren't next door. This goat had to do some serious traveling to get there. The man of the party did some driving around and happened to go by my road and see the other goats. My goats all look alike so he assumed I was the owner. The woman called and asked if we had lost a goat...Oh yes, I say, she slipped her collar. I didn't bother getting into the whole ordeal. Plus, you never know how someone will take the idea of eating what they would consider a pet. As we're talking, the woman tells me she's named her Emma and takes her for walks. Then she asks what type of goat it is. My goats are meat goats. She doesn't quite understand how someone can eat goat she says...because she's a vegetarian. At this point I'm practically rolling on the floor...damn goat, smart enough to find a sweet home and with a vegetarian no less! How ironic. We made arrangements for hubby to go pick up Emma/Snoopy the next night. Snoopy was certainly no worse for wear and quite happy to come home. I figured, God must have other plans for her so I kept her around and sure enough, she got pregnant. She threw my best kid in January, a beefy little girl with all her body characteristics and perfect color. She's certainly a keeper. So, my smart goat was smarter than me in the end. And, I'm glad it all worked out! |
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