I Should Have Been At The Movies

I was so looking forward to going to a noon movie today. Get out of the house! Get out of the heat! Enjoy a movie on a book I read. But my pal/date called this morning while I was in the barn. She was all stuffed up, and said, "I just can't leave the house".

Nuts!

You know how they say things are meant to be? Not going to the movie was meant to be.

Around noon I got a call from my next door neighbor. "One of your little female goats is out and in my yard."

Scamper... Run into dog who senses an emergency. Ouch! Stubbed toe.

I turn off fences. Grab a lead. Climb between wires to run like the crow flies.

Zola - One of my BIGGEST does is in Edna's back yard, wandering back and forth. She's whimpering - if goats whimper. I'm sure distressed because she is alone.

She sees me and is so grateful, she follows me along the fence and back to our alley on the property line.

When I clip on a lead, she flops on her knees. I wait. She gets up. I try to lead her again. She lies down.
I take off the lead after a couple minutes of struggle, and she walks behind me all the way to the outer gate, down the inner alley, and back to her herd - like a good girl.

HOW she got out is beyond me, but according to Edna, she had been going back and forth on the other side of the post and rail fence for a while. What she didn't realize is that Zola was outside the powered six wires of high tensile fence. No wires are down. No gates are open.

The hormones are surging these days as we enter breeding season. I suspect that Zola got blind sided by another doe and got pushed into the fence and somehow went through.

I promptly went to the garden and picked a variety of tomatoes and delivered them to Edna, grateful that I don't have road kill to deal with.

I'm going back out to check on the goats now!