This week, exactly one year ago, two new creatures entered our lives. Unexpectedly.
A neighbour arrived with two goats en leash. Two boys – one being a chocolate brown Nubian with a friendly smile and long silky floppy ears, the other a wire-haired black and white mountain goat with retro horns and cute smile showing a row of little white teeth. They went by the names of Jacko (Michael Jackson) and Beebs (Justin Bieber), having been named by the neighbour’s children.
The job job assigned to Jacko and Beebs would be to devour all the nasty bramble vegetation on the hillside of the garden behind the dog-fence. They conducted themselves well in the fairly large precipitous stretch of land which we have come to know as Goat Hill, and, somehow, they were not repatriated to the neighbour after doing their contract task.
Sadly, for reasons unknown to us, Beebs the Nubian died during the winter and he was buried at the lower end of Goat Hill in a shallow grave. To this day, his companion Jacko occasionally pops down to the Goat Cemetery, to spend some time, doing… well, doing what goats do…sort of standing looking blankly into space and…well,probably thinking, or something…
This week, Jacko is celebrating the completion of one year’s service at Goat Hill. How? Well, I suppose he hasn’t the foggiest idea about anniversaries – I’m not trying to insinuate that goats may be mentally challenged when it comes to such concepts, but I have a suspicion… I’m digging myself in deeper, aren’t I? Anyway, Jeanette says that she has told him, and that he understands. So there.
(Above): Jacko at the dog-fence, chatting about… well, about this and that. And other goat things, perhaps like goat football?
No comments:
Post a Comment