When we returned home after a week's vacation Saturday, a top priority was spending time with the goats. The cats are used to our occasional absences, but I was certain the goat boys would be terribly stressed - Where are the peoples?? Who are these new ones feeding us? Why aren't we going on the deck? Come back, family!
So after throwing a few suitcases in the house, all four of us headed out to the goat yard for some quality time with the boys. I grabbed two things - a large bowl of succulent sweet watermelon I had just sliced up for a snack (maybe we'd share a chunk or two with Em and Ellie - they adore watermelon), and a great book we've been reading together - Enslaved By Ducks - the biographical tale of an absolutely crazy couple who allow their entire lives to be taken over by their manipulative winged pets. Really, who would do all this for their animals - building expensive habitats, spending hours pampering them each day, the massive, unending clean-up...?? Difficult to comprehend but worth a lot of laughs!
We'd only been outside a few minutes when we heard the screeching of tires, the unmistakeable sound of horrific impact. Living near a major thoroughfare, we've been through this before and the whole family sprang into action. Mike ran to see if he could help, I dashed inside for the phone to call 9-1-1 and the girls took over traffic control. Quickly the scene turned to sirens and flashing lights, the injured were whisked off in ambulances, the crumpled vehicle was righted and removed. We went back to the goats, ready to apologize for leaving them again so soon, but I realized they hadn't missed us one bit. All that was left of the watermelon were the rinds. (Oh, Emerson, isn't this scrumptious! Do you think we should save some for the peoples?...No, me neither. They must have wanted us to have it...)
And I still maintain that goats are way better than ducks any day! (Maybe not any less work, but definitely more snuggly!)
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