This is a charming, funny story from a friend-of-a-friend in Mass., about the seemingly coordinated effort on the part of his farm animals to make a break for it. Enjoy!
Goat Breakout in Cellblock 7
Sometimes events have a confluential way of coming to pass. That is, several events must transpire for the unlikely to occur. But out in the barnyard, that confluence can happen with curious regularity when your animals are so singleminded about doing what they're not supposed to do. So, it shouldn't have been a big surprise to come around the barn corner in the farm truck last week to see such a gaggle of strangeness and freedom.
Mr. Piggie had rooted his way under the fence, dragging the staples out of the posts that secured the wire. He must have been secretly working on it for days - like a prisoner with a file in a cell - I hadn't seen it coming.
So, smelling freedom and my wife's peach trees, the old porker made his break. Naturally, he only ventured twenty feet off the corral but that was enough for the goats, roosters and hens to follow. "Free!" But then, "what do we do now? The trees !!!"
But in the meantime, the 2 donkeys out in their fenced grazing pasture realized that their new pen back door hadn't been latched and nosed it open. They, too, headed straight for those luscious fruit smells. Three wild turkeys happened to be passing by and joined the emerging throng. This was the moment I happened upon this braying, oinking, gobbling clustercluck in my innocence. There they were - all 11 of them - standing together, blinking, not quite believing their good fortune, basically just congregating away, like an old mah jong club. It looked like a pretty jolly party and I had to laugh. Until I remembered that goats, pigs and donkeys weren't supposed to mix and could cause each other harm. One by one, I rounded up the "capital" beasts, starting with the donks and working my way down. Mr. Piggie wears no halter or collar, so he wasn't too easy to attach, but he can be tricked back inside with tasty tidbits and crooning Beatle songs (he hates The Stones). When it was all over, the wild turkeys still lurked in freedom but seemed envious of the caged beasts' collegiality.
A few days after the big breakout, the goats slipped out of the gate when the carpenter was fixing a hinge and where did they spend their brief minutes of Freedom Part II? The goats sped straight into the donkeys' regular night paddock where they sleep. Why? Because they are never allowed in there. There was nothing to eat or do in there, they just wanted to go where they can't. Like lobsters, they rushed in but they couldn't figure out just how to get back out. Not brilliant.
Our minds were blown yesterday, when a mother wild turkey emerged from the big Bittersweet hedge behind our house with 9 brand new turk chicks in tow, When she sensed we were watching, she gave them a low gutteral cluck and they all 9 scampered into a nearby bush and froze. With their coloring, their motionlessness made them completely invisible to us even though we knew them to be there. After we withdrew to another window, she gave another command and all 9 moved as one back under her. Back in the barnyard, we noticed the Mommy chicken doing the same thing, giving commands and teaching them how to scratch for food. The cuteness was almost terminal. Even the pig was grinning.