It’s been a year since I wrote about Dolly, our mama goat. Actually, when I wrote about Dolly, she’s the only goat we have. And I’ve been meaning to write you about how our neighborhood is generous enough to pitch in some hand (attention and enthusiasm) towards our backyard goats.
But today’s different.
While I was busy with work (yes, work from home), I noticed a man on a motorcycle stop in front of our house. I never paid attention to him not until I saw him on my periphery, walking towards our gate.
Were we expecting a visitor?
Of course, I stopped whatever I was working with at that moment just to look outside my window.
And what did I find?
While I didn’t bother about Sam and Sid bleating (yes, the kids you saw in the photo) because I know they can sort it out themselves, the man stopped by just so he can untangle them.
Then they stopped bleating, looked at the man going away from them. And as the man went away with his motorcycle, they also returned to their regular business.
This is just one of the many encounters I had (from fascination to generosity) on how our neighborhood helps my family raise our backyard goats.
jessa 