Saturday afternoon my daughter my dog and I all loaded up in the Jeepand headed into town. It was a special Labor Day weekend as my husbandhad part of the weekend off. As I drove south on Highway 27, I sawsomething white running along the road. It was tough to tell just whatwas ahead through the western Kansasdead bug convention on my windshield. I slowed the Jeep down and found twowhite horned goats prancing happily southward on the the east side of thehighway.
Unaware of anyone raising goats in our area, I assumed they fell off atruck or something. So I tried to herd them to the side of the road or atleast the southbound lane of the highway. I put the hazards on, and keptthe adorable white hoofed animals from getting hit by semis.
I called around to the neighboring farmers for some idea of who's goatsthese might be and also for some assistance. No one could offer a clue asto who they belonged to Finally, I called my husband who was following a couplemiles behind me to come help.
In what was supposed to be a relaxing afternoon in our air conditionedhome became an adventure. In 100 degree heat, blazing sun and fliesbiting, he and our hired hand jumped out of the air conditioned pickup andwalked a mile trying to herd the goats. All the while, my husband isshaking his head at me as he is the only one with any herding experience. Consequentlywe chased the goats and they ran from us. After some back and forthnavigation of pickups and people, we cornered them in a shed.
Then my husband asked the magical question. "What do you want to dowith them?"
With little forward thinking besides save them we will figure it outlater, I replied "load them in the pickup and we'll figure it out when weget to town."
You are right when you say that my husband did not like that answer. So I tried again.
"Good question," I replied. "I will make some calls."
After numerous calls to people I thought had goats, and some begging, Igot one farmer to bring a cattle trailer to load the goats with my husband. He then brought them to another neighbor's yard who were kind enough toset up a pen and put out some feed for them.
After all this, I posted a note on facebook to ask for thoughts on whothe goats might belong to. Within 30 seconds I received a lead. Somewhere along the way I had become Michele, the goat herding detective. dun dah dun!!
When I called the person, they weren't home. The next day the goats'owner returned my call. With very little fanfare I found out the goatsjust hung around his property. He didn't have a herd, and if the peoplewanted them, they could keep them. Hmm. Not quite the ending I hadexpected.
The excitement of saving the goats from sure destruction was not metwith exuberance as goats bring about $75.00 and the closest sale is a hundredmiles from here.
Nevertheless I felt good about my deed and appreciated the way all thepeople in the county will rally around helping someone or some animal in need. At least eight people came to the goats' rescue on a Saturday afternoonof a holiday weekend and I have to say thank you!
"That was so cool the way everyone came together like that,no?"
My husband gently responded, "That's just what we do around here.I would hope if our cows were out people would do the same for us."