Not Much of a Challenge

It really wasn’t much of a challenge ~ a short couple of hours at Beacon Hill Children’s Farm this morning helping with some clerical work. The goats were still in the barn. One brown headed, white blazed head peered over the gate to watch the outside world, his ankles (do goats have ankles?) resting on the wooden gate, hooves tipped over the edge. After a bit of looking around, with a glance at me as if to say ‘who are you?’, he let himself down on the straw covered floor to await the Goat Stampede ~ and of course the prize at the end ~ breakfast.

Beacon Hill Children’s Farm in Victoria is filled with farm animals ~ clucking chickens, rooting pigs, woolly llamas, white ducks, a little brown donkey and furry guinea pigs and of course goats with springs in their knees. Miniature goats that race down to the Petting Area for a day of running, butting, and being brushed and loved on by children, teens and adults alike. The babies come out when they are only days old ~ just for a bit - but are usually found with a protective mom in a stall in the small barn in the Petting Area. 

The sky was clear, old oaks throwing dappled shade, peacocks strutting and resting high in the trees. As I said, not much of a challenge!

“There are times when we stop, we sit still. We listen and 

breezes from a whole other world begin  to whisper.” 

~  James Carroll