I Don't Have a Clue What to Do on This, It Is Only a Matter of Time Before it Kills Something...

 

There is good news concerning our sweet little goat Rocket, and there is some bad news, very bad news, even though it is wondrous in nature.  After the initial plan failed, (pursuit on foot and capture,) a solution just dropped in our laps, and she is safe and sound now.   We had a porta poddy delivered for the construction project, and Rocket the goat was all up in that business, hopping up on the trailer it was delivered on, following us around, and darting off whenever we looked like we were getting close enough to attempt a leap to catch her.  So the delivery guy says, "want me to rope her?"  I said, "we sure do."  I went and got some blue swing set rope, and Rocket the Goat had the best time of her life for about fifteen minutes.  Actually we all had a good time, we knew she was having a good time because when we pretended we were giving up, she would dart toward us saying "Nana, Nana, Nana."  (The pun was definitely intended.)  Then, the delivery guy proved how good he was at roping, and we put her back in the pen.  She bleated, and bleated, and bleated, like she had lost her best friend, or had been left to be eaten by the black panther, and I am not talking about someone's political affiliation... I am talking I thought it was a mountain lion... it isn't...