I just came back from the food pantry... and when I came out the gate at 9:05, I saw a truck approaching from the south on our gravel road. I could see something behind it... I could see lumps of gravel flying and it looked as if the muffler were dragging. I thought to wave at the two men in the truck... whose features I could not see, when they slowed down and almost stopped as they saw me look at them.
Then they continued by me...
they were dragging a large Boer goat, tied around the neck to the bumper.
My friends... I only pray the goat was already dead.
What an unspeakable death.
What cruelty.
It was a horrible start to a holiday weekend.
I'm trying to pray for them, but I was nearly sick in the car.
Keith had come out the gate behind me, but blinded by tears, I don't know if he saw them.
We live two tenths of a mile off the main highway through here...
they would have had to stop and untie the poor goat to put him in the back of the truck,
or risk being seen by police on the highway.
I hope their mothers are very proud of them.
I know the truck now.
