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The
ongoing
adventures
of
Fleetfoot
and Fawn
Christine Maccabee
 You
should
have been
there...wish
you could
have seen
it...Kate,
Elizabeth,
and Rena
on a Goat
Walk. We
need a
video of
this!"
exclaimed
Elizabeth
as we
leisurely
strolled
down the
paths
through
the
dogwood
trees,
Fleetfoot,
Fawn, and
Blueberry
in the
lead. As
it was, we
had no
camera so
we would
just have
to retain
pictures
of the
experience
in our
memories.
I am
certain
this will
be no
problem
for Kate
and Rena.
Allow me
to
explain....
All was
going
smoothly,
even
delightfully,
until the
tail end
of our
walk when
we began
to mingle
with the
goats in
the open
field. For
some
reason,
Fawn took
it upon
herself to
try to put
these
strange
two-legged
intruders
with the
high-pitched
voices, in
their
place. She
began to
pester
Kate,
butting
her a
little,
and she
wouldn't
even
follow me
as she
usually
does when
I
attempted
to call
her away.
She was
fully
intent
upon
getting
Kate, and
now, Rena.
"Get her,
Christine!"
they
shouted,
in fearful
tonalities.
I truly
wish I'd
had a
camera
then. I
laugh
aloud as I
think
about it.
Picture
Kate and
Rena
holding on
to one
another,
as if in
afond
embrace, a
natural
reaction
to a
threatening
situation.
Again, I
laugh out
loud to
think
about it,
tears in
my eyes.
Sorry,
Kate and
Rena, but
the memory
of you in
that
horrified
em-brace
is
wonderful.
In no time
flat I'd
pulled a
reluctant
Fawn away
from them,
and
ushered
the ladies
down the
hill to
the house
via
another
path. The
trauma had
lasted
only a few
moments,
but I was
worried
lest they
hate_ my
goats
forever.
"Do you
think you
will ever
recover?"
I quizzed
Kate, once
the goats
were
safely
back in
their pen.
"Oh,
sure," she
said with
her usual
good-natured
positivity,
a smile on
her face,
and a
twinkle in
her eye.
After all,
what is
life
without an
occasional
real-life
adventure
or
unexpected
mini-mishap?
As you
probably
already
know, the
type of
behavior
my animals
exhibited
today is
quite
typical of
goats. In
their
world, any
strange
"goats"
who enter
their
territory
become
subject of
total
scrutiny,
even lithe
foreigners
happen to
he
harmless,
good-natured
folk like
Elizabeth,
Kate, and
Rena. The
goats
haven't a
clue.
The Goat
Walk today
was part
of a
morning
well-spent,
talking
and
singing
together.
Eventually
you will
hear more
of the
singing
part. Does
this mean
I am going
from
gardens,
to goats,
to
singing?
Perhaps.
I have to
wonder as
I type
this
little
tale, if
my friends
were
laughing
together
on
their trip
down the
mountain
back to
town. I
suspect
they were.
Now they,
too, have
a goat
tale to
tell of
their very
own!
Well,
Fawn, you
really did
it....You
upstaged
the prima
donna
Fleetfoot
and got
more press
time as a
result!
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