Houdini

Okay, we haven't settled on proper names for our little bundles of joy (otherwise known as Thunder and Floyd, our new goats).

Yesterday, I arrived to find the two sweeties on leashes grazing in the front yard. I was even more surprised to find the my dear wife (who consented reluctantly to the whole "goat plan" and still hasn't completely bought into the notion) standing there with them,with "Floyd's" leash in her hand as she watched them pull chunks of unwanted weeds and vines and munch away.

The picture seemed - well - almost serene.

It wasn't.

As the story began to unfold I learned that beneath that peaceful scenario lurked a dark and raging storm.

R. had taken the day off and was attempting to paint the new sun room. She heard bleating ("bleating" is the warm and cheerful bantered carried on by goats and sheep)and thought it was coming from the laptop where AA was visiting an animal website.

The happy thoughts invoked by the barnyard sounds were soon turned to horror as she looked out the window to see Floyd standing among the Blue Rug Junipers behind our house, staring at her and calling playfully.

Floyd and his cohort should not be out of their exclusive area.

She then set about the task of chasing (ever so calmly) Floyd. He was eventually taken in by his baser instincts (she bribed him with something green and edible). By the time she returned him to his rightful place - "Thunder" had finally discovered the means of "Floyd's" escape and follow suite.

I had arrived just after the climax of the second chase-and-apprehend scene.

Floyd had found a weak spot in the fencing and capitalized upon it. You have to give him credit.

So adding to the list of possible names for Floyd: Harry Houdini.

Among other names we have considered:

Frodo and Sam (we're going through an LOTR phase)
Abbott and Costello
Ketchup and Mustard
Rhythm and Blues
Annakin and Obi (leftover from our Star Wars phase)