TheBanyanTree: Dances Wth Goats

[NancyIee at aol.com]

It was chilly this morning, which always makes the horses frisky.  I turned 
them out after breakfast, and watched as they dashed and bucked and cavorted 
across the pasture.  I let the goats out, and they headed for the hay and the 
pond. 

We have five goats: a wether, three does, and Chocolate, very much the boss 
man in goatland. The wether (ahem, neutered male) and the does settled into the 
hay to munch.  Chocolate looked up and watched the racing horses. Then, he 
reared up on his hind legs, horns cocked, and dashed after them. I watched 
intently, worrying that he might be up to some michief.

Then, he threw himself into the air, and performed a sort of twisting leap, 
ala ballet. He danced on his hind  legs,  he leaped, he spun. He  made the 
horses dash about, and they cricled him.  Laughing, I could not pass  up this  
weird opportunity.

I ran and joined the goat in the middle of the circling horses.  Chocolate 
cast his amber eyes at me and reared again, and I thought for a moment it was a 
threatening move. But,  no, he wanted to dance. With the horses running the 
circle around us, Chocolate and I danced and leaped, and I hope no one was 
watching. Chocolate's twisting leaps and elaborate spins far outshined my dull 
prancing. But, I danced with the  goat.

I was a child again.

Every now and then, there is a moment in life that takes my breath away.