CALLING THE GOAT...
Last weekend, our grandson was calmly sitting at the counter eating a peanut butter sandwich when Sid burst through the door telling Rowan to come quick.
The goat was standing at the end of our drive. Rowan started walking toward him and I realized what a funny sight it was. Rowan was dressed head-to-toe in his new black Spiderman costume pointing at the goat. It looks like he was trying to shoot a web. A Kodak moment. I thought I’d run get the camera.
They stood there staring at each other for several minutes when Rowan decided that he might whistle him up. He doesn’t know how to whistle. He put his fingers in his mouth and let out the shrillest sound I ever heard. Oh, his fake whistle. The goat moved so quickly, he left nothing but a blur. Rowan was disappointed.
The next week the runaway goat makes the front page of our local paper. It must have been a slow news week. It turns out that the goat had made his way all over town. Local policemen captured him after quite a chase. He now resides on a local farm.
I had forgotten that Rowan mimics the big boys with this sound. I found this photo, at right, demonstrating the ear-piercing noise.

