See goats in trees was not on any of my To Do Lists.
While I do fancy goats, especially these ones, I normally do not go out of my way to find them.
Yet, when traveling down almost ANY of life's highways, I have always found it to be a good idea to Stop The Bus from time-to-time.
You know me.
I never want to miss a thing.
So, on the way to the coast, even though it looked like rain was approaching & eventually it did arrive briefly, we stopped for the goats in trees.
Sceptical me did wonder...
Many trees all around and only one with goats.
Goats in trees attended to by several smiling men.
Each goat, thought not bound to the tree in any way, seemed to be standing on a little platform of natural tree branches.
The goats seems well cared for.
Although, one or two did seem a bit puzzled...
All seemed to be waiting patiently for a bus.
And I guess they were...
Fortunately for us, our bus contained a goat*whisperer of the soft~spoken sort.
While none of the goats in trees left their perch, one of the offspring did appear by the magic of given Moroccan dirhams.
You will never know just how hard it was to persuade the goat*whisperer to leave behind this lovey baby goat.
I know for a fact she did whisper in its soft ear a soothing phrase.
See goats in trees was not on any of my To Do Lists but I plan to stop there abouts the next time I am in the neighborhood.
May there always be a gentle goat*whisperer on any bus I might ride--in Morocco or else where--as I travel through my life.