"Between two evils I always pick the one I never tried before"--Mae West
This time mother nature decided to throw me a curve ball. I live in Virginia Beach. Now most of you will have just pictured sandy beaches, rolling waves, a nice cold drink in your hand and a good book. That's oceanfront. That's not where I live. I live in a house that sits on 2 acres of land in pretty much the middle of nowhere. If it rains my yard turns into a giant swamp. I wish I was joking. We had light rain for about an hour and most of my yard had ankle deep standing water. Ohhhh the perks of living where the water table is at ground level. Moving on. There are several people who own horses, llamas, goats, and pigs. Some are even for sale.
My boyfriend and I were driving home and drove past a home that happened to sell goats and pigs. These goats are not just your average goats. They are escape artists and dare devils. If you're looking to rob a bank and not get caught then these are the goats for you. The house sits on a semi busy road. On the other side of the road, across from the house, are woods and a huge ditch. For the past few weeks there has been a plastic bag that has gotten itself stuck on a branch and wafts in the wind. My guess is that these escape artist goats saw that bag waving itself around invitingly and decided to break out of their pen and go get a late night snack.
This is the only picture of a goat I have. He's even trying to escape so it's pretty perfect.
The herd of 5 goats ranging in size from behemoth to aww is that a dog? Oh wow no that's a weird looking goat, made it across the street and were happily chewing away at the bag. Will and I came around the corner and being me I yelled HOLY CRAP GOATS! We pulled into the driveway and I was awkwardly excited. For some weird reason I felt that this was going to be awesome. I sent Will to ring the doorbell and tell the owners that their goats had gone on a food raid and were running amuck.
What did I do? I ran to the end of the driveway and my brain said "herd them Emma. How could this possibly go wrong?" All I could think about was getting chased like the sheep, but I still can't explain why I was so dang happy about getting to herd some goats. Maybe I was a nomad in my past life who rescued goats from warring tribes. I doubt that has ever happened in life, but that's where my brain just went so let's just go along with it for the sake of the story. I was at the end of the driveway and the thought suddenly struck me. "How in the HECK do you get goats to turn away from a delicious plastic bag, follow you across the street while not getting hit by cars?"
My answer? "1. I'm super happy there is no traffic right now. 2. Heeeeere goat goat goat. Come here goat goat goat. Oh hey you pretty goat. Come here!" Will was standing by the owners' door just looking at me like I was insane. Meanwhile I was grinning like an idiot because the goats had decided to follow me. I yelled things to Will like " Baaabe I'm a goat whisperer. They love me! Master goat herder over here. Babe tell world you're dating a goat herding extraordinaire." He wasn't as amused as I was.
In the end I coaxed the goats back to their pen, which may I add was a good 300 feet away. I was concerned at one point that they were going to try to nibble me, but my goat whispering aura must have deterred that. Every time we pass that house I yell goat goat goat! The first few times it made Will slam on the brakes and get angry at me because he thought I saw another goat in the road. It's times like these that make me love my crazy life. You just can't make this stuff up!
"I always wanted to be somebody, but not I realize I should have been more specific"--Lily Tomlin
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