Okay, wow, I told you our weather is never boring, didn’t I? Goats aren’t either. Apparently, for all the intelligence we think they possess (gate opening, cat food container opening), our goats – who but heaven knows why – put themselves back into their pen this afternoon, just in time for the river to flood (!!!).
We had let the goats loose a day or two ago because of Hurricane Gustav coming. That way, they can stay near the house or perhaps deep in the woods or anywhere but in their pen! Um, except the goats were dumb enough to put themselves back into their pen this afternoon (comfort?) and when my man and our big fella went out to rescue our aluminum boat that was threatening to float away, they found both goats “baaa”ing for help atop a hay bale atop a garden cart.
Even after rescue, April the Angora was unsmart enough to abandon ship.
She’s okay, our ballerina abandoned ship, too and helped her ashore.
Which left our big fella manuevering the tin boat alone. It’s a pointless boat, in normal times, but has been a chicken, and now goat, taxi during floods.
In case you’re wondering, I do too help…I slithered away went to grab my camera right away. I’d have helped physically, too, you know, but somebody has to do the documenting, so yawn, I’ll volunteer.
p.s. Speaking of slithering… A little black snake rode out the storm in a kayak, unknown to our ballerina who got into that kayak. I know, this is giving you the shivers. When it crept out and curled around her ankle, we heard, “Daaaaaaddy? Um, there’s a snake in my boat.” He matter-of-factly said, “So get out.” She jumped out into waist-deep water and later rescued the kayak (with the snake inside). After he rescued the goats, our big fella did a Crocodile Hunter move and captured the snake to set it free.