This is a little tale of our time in Spain. It was when we lived in the very small village of Pla de Corrals
This could only happen in Spain, or possibly Greece.
There are many odd things that happen here, without a reason !
Here’s the story of the goat. It was a Saturday morning at about 9.30 in the morning, Di was in the kitchen when she could see someone at the top of our drive, just getting off his bike – in full biker gear. This in itself was a common sight for us at the weekends because cycling is a massive pastime for the Spanish, and seeing them stop at the end of the driveway wasn’t a rare occurrence, because they wanted a rest, fix punctures, relieving themselves, etc. This turned out to be different, because the guy seemed to be tying something to our chain link fence – on the inside of our plot, then got onto his bike and rode off.
Di called me and said that a bloke had just left a goat tied up at the end of the drive!! I obviously discounted this as an hallucination of the result of a non-sleep of the previous night, but I was certainly mistaken. There stood this brown and white patchwork coated goat. We investigated further, it was in very good condition and was obviously a pet. But why would someone just dump it on us? All very odd.
I made various phone calls to find out if anyone wanted a bloody goat – you can imagine the responses cant you. So I then had a brainwave because we couldn’t keep it loose in our garden, we didn’t have a fence all round our plot of ground, the answer was Jo, our lovely neighbour who lives just along the road opposite about 200 meters away. I phoned her and suggested that I had the complete answer to her overgrown garden, which was becoming a task for her to manage – Jo, who was in her 75th year, was finding that keeping her garden in a reasonable state was a chore, along with her 6 or 37 cats that she kept and fed each day.
“What you need is a goat , Jo”
“Yes I suppose I do” she answered.
“I’ve got one” I said very quickly.
Silence at the end of the phone.
Thinking very quickly at this stage I went into full flow.
“I’d love to keep it myself but we haven’t got secure ground ” – and went into the whole story for her, etc – you’re getting the picture, I know.
“You had better bring it over here then” she said
She was almost thrilled with this lovely goat, no, really, she was!
One of our other mates gave her a visit later that day, he used to keep a goat or two during his lifetime here, and told her that in his opinion it was female, Moroccan and a well-cared for animal, abnormal for the Spanish.
Jo was happier now, honestly, although I think that she had become somewhat apprehensive about the partnership.
But (sorry for the pun), the question still remained of where this creature came from, someone must be missing the thing?
Di and I felt a little guilty about the fact that we had dumped this poor little goat in Jo’s lap so we were in constant touch with her and went over that same afternoon to see how she, Jo, and she, the goat were pairing up. The stupid thing had already eaten halfway through Jo’s grapevines and clearing all the things that were nice in the garden, including the roses – so she now had a name – Rose, nice touch eh?