You know that thing where you go out for a run and you come back with a goat?
That.
Found her loose up on a mountain path; she’s clearly not wild (see the collar and tags) but it proved impossible to find anyone who knew who the owner could be, so we took her home and tethered her in the garden. Had a nice lunch together – she became agitated when left alone, but curious and sociable otherwise. Met J’s little sister and pal and got a name: Mira.
A bit later she got picked up by another goat farmer who is going to figure out who the owner is.
Bye Mira. It was nice to spend an afternoon together!