Meeting the Neighbours
In the company of goats
A brief break in the rainy weather presented me with a choice. Should I go outside and a) clean the gecko poop off the window sills or b) talk to the goats? It was a tough decision, as you can imagine.
The garden backs onto a big paddock with…well…I’m not sure how many goats. More than twenty, less than fifty. When I wandered out (ignoring the window sills) the goats spotted me and gambolled over to the fence to check whether I was bringing them food. I rarely give them treats but they are ever hopeful.
When brush-turkeys exhibit this behaviour, I show them my empty hands (and sometimes pockets). They angle their heads, look me in the eye with an expression that’s both accusing and disappointed, and wander off. But goats are not brush-turkeys*. Once this mob realised I didn’t have food, they transferred their attention to the camera. Goats are curious creatures.
