Tuesday, October 18, 2011

Bethel Beach

On Sunday, after recovering from the croup the grippe a bout of bronchitis, I drove down to Bethel Beach.

The sun was brilliant, and although there was wind, it wasn't cold. The weather was spectacular.

The scenery was gorgeous.

It was the perfect place to collect my thoughts and mentally prepare for the coming week.  In short, I felt relaxed and rejuvenated--a rare occurrence for me these days--as I ambled back to my car.

Then, on my way home, in between Bethel Beach and Onemo post office, I slammed hard on the brakes  and nearly popped a blood vessel screaming gave myself whiplash when a herd of killer mosquitoes  killer fiddler crabs killer geese GOATS jumped right out in front of me from a wooded, swampy area on the right. They ran directly in front of my car to the yard on the other side of the road. Thankfully, because I was in photo taking mode, I wasn't driving fast and was able to screech to a halt just in time.

Goats.  Because that's just how you want to end a nice, soothing drive to the beach.  By almost colliding with a herd of goats running amok.


The End.

Here they are safely on the other side of the road.
Rest assured, no goats were harmed in the making of this blog post.
Psychological and/or cardiovascular damage to the one and only human in this story is still being assessed.


Anonymous said...

Do you have goat collision insurance ?? The Bethel Beach photos were truly soul-soothing...you suffer for your Art, and we appreciate that.

deborah said...

Goats? Maybe they were fleeing from a herd of mutant mosquitoes?
Beautiful pictures, and I'm so glad that you felt well enough to take a trip to spend some quiet time gathering your thoughts. (what a bad sentence, but am too tired to fix it-)

Ann Marie said...

goats... thats new.

Daryl said...

To quote the late Rosannadanna .. 'its always something'

Anonymous said...

Last summer, on my way home from work, I passed a field of what I THOUGHT were deer getting ready to jump out in the road. So,being the concerned animal lover that I am, I rolled down the window and made some sort of distracting noise, which in retrospect actually sounded like a speedy gonzales trill, and slammed on the horn for a good 30 seconds.(My hair was flying in the wind and yes I looked crazy.) BUT I didn't actually FEEL crazy until I realized that they were goats, not deer, and protected by a big wooden fence. I still have not visited the eye doctor.

Anonymous said...

I forgot to sign out...

Baby Sis

Country Girl said...

I miss you.

And what is up with those goats?

Maria_NJ said...

how did I miss the pictures of the beach...CBW that first photo could win a contest, I swear it could...