A few weeks ago a tree fell in the rear of our plot. I was in town, so didn’t hear the boom. According to Will, it was just a tree and he checked – it is not in the road. No big deal. We both have home offices, so it was back to work without a second thought.
Skip forward a week and the goats and Samson are gone. I can hear his play barks, and their hooves. Hmmmm.
As I head out back toward the sounds I find a huge oak tree down with goats scattered throughout it. They had found a new play-yard, leaping from giant branch to other. Samson was busy cautiously balancing while trying to gather the goats.
Luck for me, my in-laws came over this last weekend and help begin the process of clear the debris and cutting up the wood.
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