they said goodbye to her, by name....goodbye, Talkie. She had layed her egg just earlier. It was still moist. Rode home in the front seat of the Honda Car.
Raining. We couldn't pull around the back where they had disembarked. They were concerned about mud. So, along the front, some distance away. Quite some distance. And every Goat was carried, one by one except for Ona who walked all the way and Caroline, who walked part of the way. They carried the bucks, the BIG stinky bucks. Volunteers. In the Rain. So there are 600 animals, minus now 16 and they still, after a week, carried them. Gently. Lovingly. CARE fULL y.
and so we drove. Again, without any working taillights on either trailer, so needing to stay close and just behind. The Rain and the Wind. We drove. Turning onto Olive Hwy, and along and then again on Old Olive Hwy and down and to of all things, CareFree Way. Not one of us knows how to back up a trailer. That's the other thing they did, get in and back up the trailers for us, with smiles and kindness, such kindness, not a glimmer of "oh the dumb people"
and too much to tell, but we managed to pull UP the Hill, get buck Goats unloaded and in their Places, UP again and free the does. Bringing Talkie. Jenny went off to get bedding straw for all and came back and it was distributed and Talkie's Egg House filled with straw and her let loose, going up and down her ladder, in and out, the buck Goats sheltering in their tarp tents, the doe Goats running back and forth.
tomorrow or the next day, Alyssia will bring back Tazmeena and Puppy.
We are Here, now. In the next days, we will ReView. How it went. How it might go "next time". We will LEARN from this.
