May 17, 2010

Goat Follies and One of the Top Ten Reasons To Live in a Small Town

I honestly think my pal Bambi is making this shit up. Who on earth do you know who "rescues" a goat, yes a goat, on the way to dropping her daughter off at work on any given morning? This is a bit of the email I got last week:

Scenerio this morning: drop daughter off at work, I'm in my pajamas because of course I don't anticipate getting out of the car. We drive by the same old farm that we always do and the goats have hopped the fence and are grazing by the side of the road. It's a gorgeous day so far so windows down, slowly driving and we hear "bahhhhhh, baaaaahhhh" as loud as can be.....and there's a goat with his head stuck in the fence. We turn around, pull over, the young man and I hop out and he runs over to the goat to comfort him. (I remind you, i'm in my pajamas). Cars are driving by, and now my son is bawling he's so upset about this poor goat. I phone a couple people and of course they know the owner's name, so I call him and he says he'll be right down. Meantime (I'm still in my pajamas!!!) we free the goat (not an easy task). All was right in animal kingdom.

I don't know about the rest of you but the most wildlife I see while driving in the morning usually consists of the road kill variety. So I am starting a new list: My top ten reasons to live in a small town - saving animals in pajamas (I should also include being able to get a strangers phone number in minutes within a couple of calls! What's with that?) The other nine reasons to live in a small town to follow.