One of the locals, a goat at Middleton Plantation farm, ignoring me and the world in general.
However suddenly things changed quickly. Two voices he recognized from the other side of the tall fence. At least one of those voices was sure to have food.
It was basically ‘out of my way’ when he stood on two legs looking over the fence. And yes! One of them had an arm full of fresh straw.
The sounds he made were pitiful. Goat calls confused as to why the hay was not for him. I was standing next to him and he kept looking at me, the hay, then back to me. An ‘Open The Door’ noise started.
Finally I moved away, if he turned his head fast one of those horns would hurt. We did have a pretty nice conversation for a time though.
Taken in the barn yard, Middleton Plantation, Charleston.