i took this pic yesterday.  Looking at how seeds live.  Fall from some stem.  Roll,  dry,  roll more and find a place.  Maybe a crevice but maybe even just a flat space next to a dry leaf.  How they have made their way and with the rain,  Grow.  The miracle of that,  if you sit with the images long enough.

so i put it here because i don't have one for today,  being a Surprise Day.  Last night,  somewhere around midnight of what seemed to be an ordinary day,  there was commotion just outside this little house,  Tay all wanting to go OUT even tho it was raining and she went...bolted through the door.  Something under or behind,  the doe Goats milling,  awakened and had come around.   i got up and got dressed,  got the Fat Max Spotlight.    Tay was behind some of the doe Goats,  some were ahead and going toward the old buck pen.  i followed and as i did with the spotlight,  all the does went ahead,  following the beam...and in the bright light i could see a buck Goat....oh, EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeee  it thought,  Nogal had gotten out?????? but no.  It was not Nogal.  A dark buck but with grey and then i saw a second dark buck with grey....Two.  I grabbed the gate that has just hung open for months now and closed it...half of the doe Goats were in there,  Tay was in there,  and i opened it some and called the doe Goats,  they came and Tay,  beloved untrained dog,  held the intruders back.  Done.  Just them now and Tay and then Tay out.  Just them.  But i had no way to keep the gate closed and just stood there, breathing and looking and thinking and it's raining until i think of my belt...that great belt that i got at Goodwill and i take it off and cinch the gate closed.   Stand,  breathing,  looking.

it goes on.  I secure their gate and then lure the doe Goats into their forest yard and finally get Tay out of there and get their gate secured.   All this time of not needing those gates,  ways to secure them had fallen to the wayside.  Learn.  Be ready.  You can't know anything.  We will forget.

an hour or so passes and i go back to stare at them.  Two Nigerian buck Goats,  full horns.  Standing.  Their eyes luminescent in the beam of the light.

Today,  Alyssia and Jenny finally get here,  rain has been non stop.  They work  to put up a tarp for the Visitors,  bring them

a bowl for water.  Give feed....which wasn't totally necessary,  there are those small green things growing,  

And while they are doing that,  Alyssia sees that Cinderella is probably dying.  She cannot stand.   

Just late yesterday afternoon,  Jenny and i had stood at the end of the day watching her browz along the rim of the Hill,  looking just OK.  Now she can't stand.  

I am here,  with Emrie,  who sleeps.  Alyssia has gone off for a final round of shopping.  It's Christmas Eve,  still,  no matter what.  Now and then i hear a sound....i imagine it's Cinderella,  saying final things?

The Visitor Goats are in their tarp tent,  sheltering.  There is no way we can think of that they came in here.  All but the small strip of very vertical hill at the edge of the canal/creek is fenced.  No Goat would swim through the canal.  so,  What?

Someone, then,  would have opened the gate.  Sent them through?  Had they thought to foster them, from the Fire,  maybe,  for a friend,  then changed their minds?  They are friendly,  as far as it goes,  they are healthy and well fed.  young,  but not too young. ???? We can't keep them here for long at all.  What to do.  

Cinderella.

i'd tell you a different story if it was what it is.  But it's not.