I love goofy goats!
This love, nay, obsession of all things ‘goat’ was birthed out of our time between-homes while living on the compound in the desert just outside of Las Cruces, NM. Along with horse rescue, Mama Goat and her then baby billy-kid, Tater tagged along for the ride. Turns out, goats are the best antidote for nervous race horses…and wouldn’t you know, in less than a year of rescuing those goats, we acquired yet another horse rescue; a thoroughbred. But those horse-rescue stories are for another time.
Goats make me smile.
Down the road from our former home in Colorado, there’s a sign that states: “Billy Goat Dairy Farm.” Does anyone besides myself and my hubby see the conflicting nature of that name?! Ahemm…billy-goats don’t make milk…a dairy farm made up of billy-goats is not one conducive to producing much in the way of anything dairy-like! Ah, yes, but passing the herd along the roadside, we see they are enjoying that universal goat-fav game of ‘king of the hill’…and they’re not billy-goats!
Goats are curious.
Did you know that goats are highly intelligent? Most people think sheep are the smarter and more placid of the two types. Actually, sheep stink. Literally. Goats do not. And, sheep are dumb. Nothing wrong with dumb, but in the case of sheep, dumb extends to an inability to relate to anything, be it human or animal, without intense anxiety.
Goats are loyal.
Since I’m getting ready to spend some time with my 90 year old Dad back home in Colorado, I’m needing some solidarity in addition to that of the Family. A piece of delight and comfort all my own; something to take with me to hold in times of uncertainty. Because elder care and end of life issues are always uncertain. Not the philosophical issues, just the every-day living issues.
Dad is what everyone hopes to be when they reach 90. Active, living independently in their own home; lookin’ pretty darn good. Except for the intense loneliness of living without his lifemate of over 50 years, Dad’s doing well. But all elder care issues are hard on the Family.
And that leads me back to my goofy goats.
I’ll be sending on my ‘Goat Suite Saga’ during my stay with Dad. Revising, rewriting, rereading this collection of vignettes makes me smile.
I wish for you to smile along with me as they are posted for your enjoyment these next few weeks. And, yea, my Dad’s an old goofy goat of a guy!