the Goats stayed really quiet for so long this morning. and i was absorbed in dusting, washing off, this
submerging the Wolf Basket in the kitchen sink and washing off all the accumulated dust. this basket was woven by Joyce Tinkham out of jute. in it are some treasures and also a tiny orange plastic treasure chest with each of my kids first lost teeth in. our dentist at that time, who the kids loved, gave them out for putting safely under the pillow. Tooth Fairy. and also there is a small wooden box with a lizard painted on it that holds pieces of both kids umbilical cords. stuff like that. so…cleaning these things, i was kind of drifting. now and again i realized that the Goats were STILL quiet but then, it was a beautiful morning and breezy and barely warm. perfect left over cud chewing kind of morning. finally…at around almost 10 am i went out. All Goats transfixed and staring. all the does. all Sunny Ray, Gideon, Tenzen. standing, staring at a fixed point in the Oasis, near the Raft…..and Lo and Behold, who should be there nibbling sweetly on the Kochia weed….Buckwheat. Loose. a Loose Buckwheat. and he looked so incredibly BEAUTY FULL,
all loose and amidst the flowering Desert Willow and Chatalpa tree and the rag flag on the Raft blowing overhead in the breeze and the chairs, maybe with spirits sitting…resting in them like my Granddaughter says… it was a hugely beautiful scene. i wanted to take a pic but was so anxious that i would NEVER get him back in his own yard again, that forever he would be loose and sometimes wreak havoc unlike this perfect moment…so…instead of chancing it, i got a hammer and nails and baling wire and wire cutters and set to work fixing that end of his fence that I KNEW for a while now was weak and would remind self that once he broke through, it would set the tone for the whole of the future, but didn't do anything about it but think.
and he just watched me, nibbling away, and when i was done and ready for the capture, i said his name and he BOINGed …that's stiff legged boinging, like they have springs on the bottom of their feet. the babies do it all the time. he continues when he's feeling full of himself, so i got some pellets in the Doe bucket and opened his gate, went in and trickled them clink clink clink in his bowl and remembered what daughter Jenny said: "dont have feelings. just be quiet inside yourself"…ok and dear him, he came in. xtra pellets but his very very Great Day was over. off and on through the day he stands and studies that corner where he escaped. Thinking. we'll see.
invisible baste. Moon stitched down. changing changing changing HER position. it's not right yet. and what's going on overhead???? i don't know and then down in the right????? i don't know either. this one is completely unknown from here on in. tomorrow, the day belongs to this cloth. unless an Unforseen
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