I grew up on top of one of the larger hills in the foothills of Pennsylvania. We always joked that rush hour was when the mail was delivered.
Our parents always gave us many opportunities to keep a look out on our property and we never knew exactly what would happen or show up at out door next.
So one day, Billy showed up. I was 7 at the time. My brothers were 6 and 8 years of age. Billy was a goat. Billy the Billy Goat had a great personality. No one really knew what kind of goat he was.
Billy had the run of the yard and property. He was well behaved, for the most part, and every morning you would see his furry face on the porch looking in the window waiting for us to come out and play.
Billy’s favorite games to play were hide-and-go-seek and tag. I must admit Billy was not good at hide and go seek. He would look for us and find us relatively well but when it was his time to hide he lost interest and hid poorly.
But in tag, he excelled! He would fly over the porch rails to head us off and could tag us in no time flat. And he never hurt us in any way.
I have great memories of Billy. He was our only goat at that time and he related well with us and the dogs. We did give him away after a year though to the neighbor who had goats. The reason being, without a fence he chewed the bark off our fruit trees and was causing quite a bit of damage.
Billy was happier with his new goat friends, but he still liked us "kids" too! So we would go to visit Billy when we could and get in a game of tag.
Denise Grant http://thegardenersrake.com
Thanks for the Billy story Denise! I wonder if Billy ever hung out in trees with his friends? I mean Billy could fly so maybe he could fly up into a tree.... what d' ya think?
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