Bethel Beach

Last week I stopped at Bethel Beach to snap a few photos.

There was nothing terribly exciting to photograph, just the usual.

Sky, water, marsh grasses.  Same old, same old.

After snapping a few pictures, I started towards home.

Just when I thought the trip was going to be nothing out of the ordinary,

I happened upon some mischievous goats scampering along the roadside.

They were also scampering in the road.

(All of a sudden I love the word "scamper.")

This bunch escaped from their pen before.

I wrote about it here.

On the loose, they know good 

and well they're doing something wrong, 

and they're going to enjoy every second of it.

The one on the left is saying, "What are you lookin' at?"
The one on the right is saying, "Bite me."
Really, I heard them. Loud and clear.

So, a routine jaunt that started out boring ended with a baaaaaang.

(That's supposed to be a weak attempt at humor--the sound of a goat even if sheep are the ones who make the baaah sound.  But I think goats do too.  Even if they don't, today I declare that goats do in fact baah. They also look hilarious while biting themselves.)

The End.

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.

Goats.

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.