Sprinkles hit the window of the truck as I drove home from work…Even though the clouds had been there since last night… these were the first drops of the rain that had been predicted…

Since it was only sprinkling I ran to feed the goats before the showers set in, knowing they wouldn’t eat if their food got wet and the weather man was predicting showers for a couple of days (maybe up to 5 inches) which would make it hard to get them some dry morsels for a while.

When I reached the first goat yard I noticed little Jack with his head through the gate. I teased him saying, Jack you are acting just like your mama goat Carole…sticking your head in places you shouldn’t. I reached over to give him a little rub on his back thinking he’d soon dart away at my touch.

To my surprise…Jack was stuck in the gate. I mean…really stuck!…I quickly fed the other goats the rest of the bucket so they could eat and then came back to help little Jack. I couldn’t budge him. Then I noticed he had scraped his little shoulder against the metal on the gate and was bleeding. I quickly returned to the house to get Clay to come help. A strong scrapping of a boy should be good for helping free a little baby goat I thought…So Clay came back to the goat yard to help. We had to get the hammer and take the top of the gate loose from the post to make enough room to free the baby’s head. How he had managed to get in there in the first place…I do not know. Clay said he must have turned his head sideways…and then his ears made it so he couldn’t pull back through…Humm…already getting stuck and he hasn’t even grown his horns out yet!

I picked him up and gently maneuvered his little head until he was free. I then took him over and stroked his little back to calm him and put some ointment on his cut. It seemed to be only a scratch with a little fur missing, but did not look serious. After giving him a good check, I sent him over to nuzzle with his mommy goat who soon gave him a good scolding and then allowed him to nurse.

I am so glad I went on out to check on the goats this afternoon…and that I was able to get little Jack unstuck before the rain set in…so he wasn’t trapped in the rain away from his mamma goat for no telling how long until the showers would stop and we would have ventured out…That would not have been good. I hope too that he learned his lesson…and doesn’t follow in the footsteps of his mom who loves to reach to the other side of the fence and get stuck… just because she thinks the grass is greener there!

Jack and Jill live in the goat yard…Jack stuck his head in the gate and got it stuck…and Jill "ba-ba-baaaed" "What cha doing Jack?" "I’m not tumbling after you silly brother!" And so he stayed ‘til the farmer came home to free him…

And so goes another day in the goat yard!