I don’t know Caryn and I’d never met the goats at the Seattle zoo. It was hot yesterday, and I was tired. (Two rambunctious little almost-3-year olds really keep a body running!) The little girls ran to the petting zoo: a cow, a miniature donkey, a Shetland pony. Bunnies and lambs and chickens, oh my!
“Patient goat,” I commented to Caryn, the volunteer overseeing the goat pen.
“That’s how goats are,” she told me. “When I’m feeling down, or a bit out of sorts, I can’t wait to get here. There’s something about goats that is so calming. They can absolutely change my day.”
Ahhh… That explains a lot. I remember reading that goats were extremely important in the development of humankind. They were the first animals to be domesticated–some experts say as long as 10,000 years ago. They don’t like to be alone. If they don’t have another animal–or human–around, their lives will be short and unhappy. Even so, they don’t flock together like sheep. Each goat has it’s own personality. Like the big one who let little CC be his special friend.
Thank you, Caryn, for sharing your secret to a calm life.
Thank you, big goat, for showing me your patience.
Thank you, CC, for being you.
Breathe in, breathe out,