The Goat....

Pre wedding............

Phillip had 2 goats.  Nice.  They eat the blackberry bushes and keep them down to a dull roar.   They also like to escape. 
A lot.
And eat greenery on other people's property. 
Including newly planted saplings- as indicated from the destroyed, chewed up tree left on our door step. 

hmmmm

Something obviously needed to be done.  So, he wrangled them up, collared them and put them on a very long cable run.  Obviously, not long enough.  It did not work out so good for one of them and she accidentally hung herself. 

So, since the boys were here from Texas, we had them and Paige dig a hole and bury her on the property.... not exactly were Phillip and I were thinking, but good enough we thought. 

1 month later......

Coco, Phillip's chocolate  lab, comes running up from the bottom of the hill with something in her mouth.... (I am certain you all know where I am going with this....)

A goat leg. 

Yes, friends, the dogs have partially dug up a 1 month old dead goat. 

Eww.

Needless to say, the 4 of us... Phillip and I along with my mom and dad (bless them!)... ran to the bottom of the hill to see maggots and dead, rotting goat parts laying in the ground.  Oh, and the stench... but I will get back to that stench...

So, thought the wisest thing to do would be to burn the carcass of the rotting, stinking goat. So, we foraged the property and found lots and lots of dead wood and hauled it to the burn pit, then dad and I picked up that rotting, stinking goat that was filled with crawling maggots, put it on a tarp, drug it to the burn pit which was now piled with wood.  Phillip and dad swung and threw that stinking mess onto the top of the burn pile.  Something very flammable was placed on the goat and wood and the burning commenced.  It was a very hot, very big fire.  But, boy did it stink.  I mean really, really stink. 

It stank so bad that the animals on the property next to us were very disturbed and they were going crazy, running around and making all sorts of animal sounds....

I don't think they liked the smell either. 

As we all sat there, up wind of course, and watched the goat buring, I looked at Phillip and my folks and said, "anyone ready for dinner??" 

No one was. 

We made certain the fire was buring down and the goat was pretty much toast, then we all showered and washed our clothing in very hot water as we felt that we were as stinky as the goat.

Needless to say, we will not be burying any other creatures anytime soon.