picture it…10 pm, raining, double yellow line, busy roadway.
A very small (what we thought was a baby deer), animal walking on the double yellow line of a 3 lane roadway that people take very fast because of a decline of a hill. As I nearly missed hitting this animal I noticed it had floppy ears. It was a baby goat!!!! I notice in my rear window there is an on coming car behind me. I put my flashers on and try to pull off the road. The weather is horrible. At this time there is a car coming in the opposite direction. I panic, I’m so scarred that this little baby goats life is over before it began.
I have to turn the car around as quickly as I can to drive up the hill to see where he is!!! My husband darts out of the car as I’m shining the lights on the roadway and we find him still walking down the double yellow line. This little baby walked right into my husbands opened arms. He picked him up and ran back to the car. We know the area well, we were visiting a friend who had just thrown a graduation party for their son.
We drive back to the house from which we came and ask if they have neighbors that have goats! They said there was a house down the road, but they don’t manage their goats and let them free range all year long. What does that mean?!?!?! My friend continued to tell me that this family doesn’t know how many goats they have, and that there is no proper housing because there are too many to fit under shelter. Mind you, this area is in the Northeast where winters are very cold, summers are wet and hot.
My husband and I looked at each other and said ….”it’s ours now.” We bundle him up with a blanket we took from her garage and we are off! Eighty miles north we drive, and pull into our driveway at midnight with a baby goat.
After checking him over (hoping he wasn’t hit by a car), we find out its a baby boy, and he still has a very small amount of dried umbilical cord attached to his belly. It’s late, hes resting we will deal with this in the morning….
to be continued…