Work away then home. Time OutSide. Tay is especially wired when i got back, flying all perimiters in circles, sailing high over the weed pile. Running with many different things to carry. Drop one, pick up another, like a Relay Race with her Self.
Goats unsure. Hesitant to use the Corridor…either way, no signs today of the rearranging of Order. That in itself is unexpected. Snowbunny is back with the herd. Celia, who had become friended with Magic in the last few months is back to her mother, Lucky Star.
As I said to Granddaughter, i could cry or express gratitude and really, Both. To not deny the sadness at saying goodbye especially to Magic who was born here. Who has never known anything but this Herd. She was born into it and Belonged to it, much more than to me.
And i realize how it is to watch a natural grouping of animals so closely, to try to understand their Ways and their Goings and then to interrupt those Wa ys and Goings because as a human, i can. They were the two that had the problem Scurs. Intervention by both Vets in town was not good. And also expensive. And an ongoing thing, the stress for the Goat and the expence when i no longer have that extra income coming in. So that in itself is reason enough. But how do you ever reconcile that with what i Did? And here the sad, the tears come. There is no way they could know. There is no way. And so, it is just done. And we all will just Go. However it Goes.
It's dark now and i hear them milling in the Way Back, deciding to go through the corridor to the albatros for the night. Still deciding. I am curious who will make the decision and be the first to go.
Hear sounds and with the flashlight, go look. They did it. Their eyes glow in the dark.
a work at home job. These are windows from Alz. B's home in town. Bill her son brought them over. I will sand them, glaze the panes and then paint them. Work. He doesn't want to do it. But wants it done. Will pay me. I say ok. A months worth of Goat Feed. Good.
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