Sunday, April 15, 2012
This afternoon I was giving the goats their dinner and noticed a black and white hump down in a depression in the pasture. It was the same color as my older wether Riot. I took a quick look around and he wasn't munching on the hay I just thrown down so I knew it had to be him.
I clapped my hands. Nothing.I clapped harder. Still no response.
I opened the gate and walked up to him with dread in my heart. He was curled up just like he was sleeping. He wasn't breathing.
What could have happened to him in just the few hours I saw him last?
He looked so peaceful.
I bent down and petted his head and said "poor Riot" several times.
His eyes flew open and he jumped back just as fast as I did. I could tell he was fine the minute his eyes opened and I saw the look of someone who has just been woken from a very deep sleep.
He stood in shock for a second (while my heart pounded)then noticed the other goats eating the choice green orchard grass. He ran over, butted a few heads, and I knew we weren't digging any graves tonight.
Just an old goat sleeping.