The goat

I have been sifting through your suggestions for what I might blog about over the next few weeks/months. Wow! Great topics! So many great things that are inspiring me.

Remember that if you want to be in the running for a RAK from me, you have to join in by the end of today. Here.

OK, having said all that, I thought I might start the ball rolling by finishing the story of The Goat. As requested by Wendy.

This stems from my post here. About a goat whose little face appeared suddenly over the top of our five foot galv iron fence one day a few months back. And caught me totally by surprise. (This followed on from the story of our rowdy neighbours here.)

That goat. I have not seen it since. I have no idea what happened to it.

I have heard that the children had it on loan from friends (presumably to mow down some of the weeds that had taken over their back yard, because young adults don't seem to mow lawns. At least, these young adults don't.) Apparently, when the father found out, he told them to get rid of it back to where it came from. Good on you Dad!

So, nowadays I only hear birdsong. No clattering. No bleating. All is quiet in the Link neighbourhood.

Apparently there's a restraining order out on the unruly young adult who liked to thunk bottles on our roof in a fit of drunkenness or other medicated state. Apparently he is prevented from entering the property. Apparently. So we've been told.

Hopefully the peace will continue...

Kathie