The peace
and quiet of recent early mornings has been broken by the horn of a works train
going up the line. Today we were woken by the plaintive bleats of three goats.
I took Molly
out for her morning toilet and they were up by the railway; the female and the
kid eating tree leaves, the male eating thistle tops and foxgloves. This is a
new and very young family unit, the parents probably in their third year, with
striking black and white markings. The male has a completely black face apart
from a blob of white on his nose. The female and the kid with stripes as if
wearing masks to a masked ball. Have they come down from above the line?
As we
watched from by the veg patch the works train arrived causing a mini stampede
as they ran down the bank to escape down the drive; but Molly and me were in
the way. This is what they looked like:
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