Remember those
goats we saw during our previous trip to my son's home Fremont? Here's a
picture to refresh your memory:
Well, they
were nowhere to be seen on our last trip. No green grass for them to munch on in the
glen. Everything was brown and dry, with lots of dirt patches, kind of like
being in the Dust Bowl of the '30s.
The whole
valley was brown, because of the extended California drought:
I did see one
goat. Well, not an entire goat – just a skeleton. The skeleton was pretty much
stripped clean.
Which led me
to wonder: How did it die? It couldn't have died of thirst, could it? Did a
coyote get it? Did it die when the grass was tall enough to hide it? Did
vultures strip the bones of all the flesh?
And how about
the herders? Didn't they notice that one of their goats was missing? Didn't
they see the vultures? Didn't the herding dog alert them? (And on a weird note,
did the herding dog munch on the goat meat?)
So many
questions … so few answers.
2 comments:
Such a sad situation. We need water! Produce prices will definitely skyrocket!
I tried to help when I was there. I drank a lot of beer. Everybody knows when you drink a bottle of beer, you produce two bottles of water! LOL.
~ Craig
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