i may have done very Normal things today. things many who look here do, in the regular course of their days. i visited. shared a meal. shared life, laughter, things. i shared a day within the context of a Community that gathered and walked and milled around and were very Human. for many, this would not be anything significant to note. would be…well, just normal.
but for me, it stands out in Neon. my days are very solitary. they take place withing 10 miles tops of one another. small days. same days. days that say 3 oclock at the latest is when Beings should eat.
after a few moments, the initial commotion settles. there are 3 feed tubs. it evens out.
someone, and it differs day to day, is always inclined to avoid the meley and eat what has fallen out when i first dump it over the fence. Why? I don't know.
what if i didn't come back? what if i stayed Gone?, way past 3 oclock when all their stomachs had processed the food from the morning? would they….be uncomfortable? or die?, even? No. it just wouldn't be what they are used to. they are used to Calling me. they Call me and i come. bring food. What if they were somewhere where they could BROUSE all day? little stuff. weeds, sticks…just little stuff. What would happen then? Would they be so dependent on 3 oclock?
but. because i know about their 3 oclockness, i left a more "normal" kind of experience and drove home. part for them, but also part for anyone who lives anywhere nearby. once they begin Calling, they are Loud. Call. Call. Call. i think of my neighbors. but, really, think of my neighbors in a self oriented way too, that they don't have ill feeling about these Goats here. Do I need to think this???? I don't know. but i came home. i came away from a Beautifully Normal day to be here by 3 oclock.
thinking about this.
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