Back in the 1990’s I had a herd of Angora Goats. Angora Goats are where mohair yard comes from. Except when they had to be shorn, the goats were fairly easy to take care of. Every morning before I went to work, I would open fill up a couple of buckets of water from the hydrant in the barn yard, and put out a couple of crates of hay for them to munch on. That all done, I would swing open the barn door, and they would all come racing out, ready for a new day.
One morning following this routine, I opened the barn door and stood aside as the herd came rushing out through the door. Then, when I glanced inside the barn I notice that one goat remained. It was laying on its side on the barn floor with its eyes closed.
“Oh no,” I thought, “ a sick goat.”
I went over to it to see if I could figure out what was wrong with it. It just lay there, totally unaware of my presence. I took my finger and poked the goat on its side. Nothing happened. This was concerning. I tried once more, poking the goat.
Suddenly, its eyes opened wide in a panic. It quickly looked around, then jumped up and raced outside to the protection of the herd.
I was greatly relieved. I guess it was just having a very deep sleep.
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