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12-29-2016, 08:16 PM
When I first got the goats they were in the back yard among several junk cars which they loved to climb on and jump from one to the other. The rest of this story is mere hearsay....
Someone took them on their first hike at an undisclosed location along the Wasatch Front... uh, no.. make that upper Maine.
The trail heads there are really pretty nice parking lots. And since goats are herd animals, it never occurred that the goats should be on leads, assuming they would follow the hiker in question.
I suppose it was really that they were nervous due to dogs and people, but when nervous, baby goats seek high ground... familiar high ground. As the goats bounded from the roof of one car to the next through the parking lot, a man was seen running through the lot and up the trail shouting "Help! Someone get these animals off my tail! Who's are they anyway?"
Someone took them on their first hike at an undisclosed location along the Wasatch Front... uh, no.. make that upper Maine.
The trail heads there are really pretty nice parking lots. And since goats are herd animals, it never occurred that the goats should be on leads, assuming they would follow the hiker in question.
I suppose it was really that they were nervous due to dogs and people, but when nervous, baby goats seek high ground... familiar high ground. As the goats bounded from the roof of one car to the next through the parking lot, a man was seen running through the lot and up the trail shouting "Help! Someone get these animals off my tail! Who's are they anyway?"