2017 - Day 160/205 - Friday...

Since I am not an owner of goats, I am not sure what the life-span of a goat is. I know the mortality rate of goats near the edge of nowhere is obviously pretty high, since goats in the immediate area seem to pass at an alarming rate. Two or three goats are 'goners' out in the immediate vicinity, and their carcasses are left to rot in a corner of a nearby property or, if that is too much trouble, the 'elements' take care of them. We have been here almost two years. We have lost three head of cattle (one immediately after birth for an unknown reason), one from some sort of a lung infection, and then there was Mr. Speckles. Poor guy, got stuck in the mud and drowned. Parts of him are now enshrined on the peak of the tractor shed. And yes, we have lost a flock of chickens since we have been keeping them (about seven years this year), but that is what happens to chickens. Compared to chickens raised by Perdue, Holly Farms or a similar chicken breeding concern, our girls are absolutely ancient, and they have all lived a better life. Free range. But I digress. I was greeted by a squadron of buzzards (in the immediate area) on my drive to work this morning. There were six or eight of them (not all of them are in this photo), and I am not sure if they were just waiting on the inevitable or if the inevitable had already occurred. They were not in evidence when I returned this afternoon, so it was either a small goat or the carcass had been dispatched to a far corner of a nearby property. Interesting. Deeds, Actions, Changes, DEAD STUFF, Kindnesses, Whirled Peas, FUN!