It isn’t uncommon for me to see wildlife when I’m out on a run. Ducks, hawks, killdeer, and of course squirrels and deer often cross my path or come near to my route. So yesterday as I ran, I wasn’t terribly surprised to hear a rustling in the leaves behind me. Deer, I surmised. But how would I have startled the deer when I was already past them? I turned to look. Three animals stared me in the face, and rather than fleeing from me, they hurtled toward me!
I froze. What does it mean when goats run toward you? Was I being attacked?
I could just see the headline: “Runner Attacked by Goats Remains in Critical Condition.”
But when they reached me, they stopped. Where had they come from? A property three houses south of us has goats, but I was four or five houses north of our home. It would be strange for them to come so far. Unsure of what to do, I turned to go, but they followed me. What now? Were they friendly?
I scratched one on the head, then another. Finally, I decided to walk to the closest house to ask where the goats belonged. But as soon as I turned toward the home, my new little friends galloped back up the lane and behind the house.
Perhaps the goats were hoping for treats. Maybe they were bringing me their Christmas greetings. Perchance they just needed a little love. Whatever the reason, I was surprised and delighted to meet three new four-legged friends.