One of my not so fond childhood memories was tending to the goats when they would get stuck in the fence.
At a recent visit to my parent's house, I heard an awful noise, a constant bleating
balando...something I use to hate hearing when I lived at home. That usually meant something was wrong, a nanny lost her kid or a goat was stuck! Yes, that bleating was an awful sound of a goat asking for help. Yep, stupid goat...always thinking that the grass is greener on the other side, got her head stuck in between the field fence...again! No telling how long that goat was out there just waiting to be released.
I go over to lend a helping hand and have a heck of a time trying to get her to twist that neck and move her curve horns in the direction of freedom. In the task, my fingers get stuck in between that tight wire and her horns. The nanny was trying to help but only made things worse when her horns would just go through the wrong part of the fence. I said every bad word I
hadn't used when I was a child. (Good thing she didn't understand!)
At this point I was sweating, lost a couple of pounds in the process of trying to maneuver her head/neck out of the square fence. I tried from both sides of the fence--goat side and the opposite side. The opposite side just made her resist even
more so. I went back to her side of the fence and once again I tried to knock her off her front feet to get her to kneel but she quickly got up. Oh yeah, did I mention she stepped on me a few times! Nothing was working!
Finally, fed up with wrestling with her...I just walked away trying to think of an alternative plan of possibly cutting the fence. During the time I was catching my breath, she slowly and calmly sets herself free!!
Awwwwww "
pinche chiva" as my father would say!! I was ready to chase her bleating butt around so she would get tired!!
