Aww, now I want a goat.
Aww, now I want a goat.
Oh wow, a pet goat! And he rode in the police car! I love it!
My husband and I were in Kansas (I think) driving down the highway when we saw a herd of cattle walking down a long driveway and about to head into the road.
My husband pulled into the driveway and stopped. They stared at him. He rolled forward. Slowly they turned around and headed back up the driveway toward the open gate they'd escaped from. We herded them back in (you "herding" the goat away from the main road is what reminded me of this) but they wouldn't all go back through the gate. I went up to the farm house and knocked on the door. Nobody home.
Oh well. We backed up and back onto the highway.
We looked.
The cattle was headed back down the driveway toward us.
So, sigh. We pulled back in. We sat there, not certain what to do.
So we used the cell phone, called 9-1-1 and told them what was going on. We didn't have an address so had to just describe the house and approximate location.
We waited about fifteen minutes, and finally no cop car, but a truck pulled in. (It was a small town -- I guess our description was enough for them to know who to call.) The truck passed around us on the driveway, so we left.
It was odd that the driver didn't wave, didn't thank us. Just passed us, got out of his truck and started rounding the cattle back where they belonged.
However, we were very good cattle herders. Well, except for the not-all-going-through-the-gate part.
We're Texans. Have minivan, will herd.
Bring on the goats.
“Hey, clearly failure doesn’t deter me!”