yesterday, Starling and little red Goat began playing hard. it was the first time.
Starling was the agressor. little Red Goat is quite peaceful and pretty much only is interested in his mother's teat.
his coloring is really very Fine. but this does not ever mean it will carry through . it's always a fluke, coloring. it is of its own accord. but still….
anyway…this was Saturday evening. Earlier in the day, a woman called from the grocery store in town where i'd posted a flyer. She, her two kids and her mother came to look. i didn't say anything because what seems to a totally great idea in one moment can change in the blink of an eye. they said they would be back this morning.
maybe.
But/and they WERE. the Mom. the Grandma. the son, Trace. the little girl, 18mos old, Trinity. they came to collect their Goats. Trinity, in her pink shorts and lavendar plastic sandles needed to be put down….she
STRODE
if an 18 month old can stride, she STRODE from the road fence to the Goat's place and turned, looking at her grandma and mother, pointing forcefully…..
"mine" she said.
they are a ranch family. these Goats are hers, Trinity's. she's not yet 2. but she will feed and water them. this is how it begins with ranch families. as we took them from the Goat yard and put them in the transport crate i loaned them, Trace, who is 10, as he took them from me, said their names.
little Red Boy Goat is
Buddy.
Starling, is
Charolotte.
i asked why Charolotte? and he said…its a pretty name.
so. ok. Charolotte and Buddy have gone of to find their destiny. and i am here. here to think it all through. think how i was so full of angst about it and how, this morning it could not have been more right than RIGHT.
and here we are. 2013. the New. Nogal, Celia and Deb's Karma. ok. here we
Go.
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