Whenever Sugar escapes and can’t figure how to get back, Cocoa bleats. It’s like an alarm going off to warn us – though that may not be his intent. Perhaps he feels left out. Stupid goats.
I should have probably just left her to fend for herself among the rocks, but I chose to go around and rescue her. I don’t know what I was thinking. There is no way I could have thrown the goat over the fence by myself. Jaime helped me and we both got hurt in the process.
Her wound wasn’t quite as visible – nor bleeding as mine was.
It annoys me that the picture gives the impression of paint on my hand. It’s blood. I washed it and then took this one.
I didn’t realize how far the scratch had gone. Jai apologized that I had gotten hurt. It wasn’t her fault. And it certainly doesn’t compare to the injuries I would have received if she hadn’t helped me – or rather I helped her.
Her wound was from Sugar while mine was from the fence. Darn Sugar.
I noticed she uncovered the area where Cocoa had escaped just a month ago. He had made it into our back neighbor’s yard – the one who used to house the menagerie – though it’s different people now. It’s a concrete wall! Mary sent over her grandson to pull him out.
If they escape behind the concrete wall again, I’m not climbing the hill and pulling them out. Hopefully the neighbors behind our yard and Mary’s won’t get upset. The real hope would be that they don’t go over in the first place.
Such a weird place for trying to keep protected.
