Posted December 22, 2023.
The year of the goat. The past two summers, we've hired a herd of goats to eat the buckthorn in our woods at the cabin. When the trailer came to pick them up at the end of the season this year, one goat was on the wrong side of the fence, and got left behind. Over the next couple months, there were periodic sightings of her; she eventually moved closer in to the cabins, but we'd see her, blink, and she'd be gone, likely through a portal into another dimension, as we never saw her going. There was no hope of catching her; she was entirely wild. She made it through deer hunting season, and we kept calling the goatherd with updates on sightings. Tyler would come out and search for her with no luck.
One visit we woke up at the cabin to find the goat on our deck; it seemed she'd taken up residence there in the time we'd been gone. Arzu the dog was deeply, deeply upset by the horned demon so close. Arzu's bad week got much worse: Tyler put up an electric fence trap that would allow us to easily enclose the goat if she went back to our deck. Arzu went to check out the new fence, touched it and got shocked. She couldn't figure out what the hell happened, and spent the rest of the week barking at the fence (and everything else).
Eventually, Tyler had success darting the goat and bringing her home to the herd. I'm hoping she kept working on the buckthorn while she was here...
