Herd Mentality

It's hard to believe today marks the 9th day the goats have been here. It seems like they just got here, and at the same time, like they've always been here. I've learned many of their names - Kramer, Mrs. Claus, Leather Tuscadero, Ursula, Frannie, and so many more that I can't retain - and they've learned to recognize me and come to the fence when they see me. They're friendly, like pets. I will really miss having them around. It's time for them to leave tomorrow. They ate the yard way faster than anyone thought they would. Apparently, it was quite delicious.

So, tomorrow, Michael will bring the livestock trailer, load up the goats, and take down the fence. I'll pay him, shake his hand, and probably hold back a tear or two as they drive away. Not just for the goats themselves, but for what they brought to my life.

First, the goats represented a big step for me in putting myself on the list, so to speak. I read an article once (see, I do that ALL THE TIME) about the little things that get on your nerves in big and small ways - I think the author called them irritations or something like that. (You might even say, things that get your goat. Sorry, couldn't resist.) Anyway, the point of the article was that if you eliminate these little, seemingly insignificant things, then the cumulative impact will really change your life. She was talking about things like fixing a squeaky hinge that you dread every time you open a door because it might wake a sleeping child, or getting all of your bills online to cut down on the daily mailbox clutter that piles up and makes you feel bad, or cleaning out the closet so you have room for what you actually wear...you get the idea. She wrote that we will be freer, happier, less stressed out, just by fixing little, manageable things.

She was right. That article has stuck with me for years, and has actually influenced how I do things around the house. I wish I could credit the author. I think about what irritates me and try to change or eliminate what just isn't working for me. And my front yard just wasn't working for me. It irked me. Every time I pulled into my driveway, I felt like I was failing at keeping it all together. I knew that yard was a major "irritation" and that fixing it would bring me happiness, but I was hesitant to take the step. What if I needed the money later? What if someone else needed it? What if I lost my job? What if? But I decided to act on what I know in my soul to be true: Whatever happens, it will be okay. I took a leap of faith and did it, just for me. When I look at it now, even though it is clearly a work in progress, I feel like I'm moving towards some semblance of getting it right, instead of being mired in inaction and indecision and fear. And I have about a 10,000 square foot reminder that it's fine to take a chance, put myself on the list, and do something for the sole purpose of making my life more enjoyable.

In addition to their skills as four-legged self-help gurus, the goats have brought a sense of community to the neighborhood. Neighbors and strangers stopped to see the goats every day, all day. I watched people walking on the sidewalk along the main road out front stop and chat with each other. Complete strangers, talking and laughing together! It seemed that more often than not over the past week, if it was daylight, there were cars pulled over and people in and around my yard, laughing and talking. I joined them when I could, but even when I was in my home office working, the happy sounds of laughter and sheer delight drifted up to my window. A lot of people talked about how "green" it was to use goats for landscaping work, and about how important they believed it was to take care of the environment. They even thanked me for not using chemicals. I talked to so many people - including neighbors I had never met, even though I have lived in this house since 1998. I joked that if I had a nickel for every time I've told the story of the goats, I could pay for the goat rental. A little girl looked at me and laughed when I said that, probably at the idea of me paying for something in nickels.

Saturday afternoon, I had a little party I called a "Goat Together." I invited friends to come over, enjoy a couple of drinks and some goat cheese, and watch the goats. About 15 of them did, some I hadn't seen in months or maybe years, along with at least that many neighbors and passers by. It was wonderful to see everyone talking and having a great time. I used to host parties and get togethers fairly regularly, but for various reasons, I've not done it as much in the last couple of years. Now, things are looking up, and the goats have nudged me into entertaining again. Another goat triumph!

On the day that the goats arrived, as I watched them trot into the yard and start happily munching on the English ivy, I giddily blurted out to Michael and Kristin, the goatherds, "This may be the best thing I have ever done!" As it turns out, that wasn't too far from the truth.