I’m always worrying about Clover.
Watching her. Wondering if she’s okay. Feeling her forehead.
I love all of my animals, but Clover is the one I’m obsessed with.
I can’t help it. She’s very powerful.
I worry about her health and well-being all the time. Clover, how are you feeling? She won’t even answer me anymore.
A few days ago, I noticed her making a strange sound, sort of low in her throat. It sounded like she was choking! But she didn’t really look like she was choking. I got a handful of feed and gave it to her to see if she could eat it. She ate it just fine. After she head-butted all the other girls halfway across the goat yard for thinking they might get a scrap.
But still. She kept making this weird noise in her throat. I ran to check all the medical supplies, making sure we had antibiotics and penicillin and anti-bloating stuff and syringes and needles and anti-inflammatory and wormer and who knows what else we might need!!!!!! MAYBE A DONKEY VITAMIN. There’s something wrong with Clover! Take stock of the emergency supplies! GIVE HER A LITTLE OF EVERYTHING! Now! Before she dies!
Then I thought maybe I should stop and make one teensy little phone call. Before I gave her a little of everything.
I called our goat farmer friends who we got Clover from. I explained everything that was wrong with her–you know, that she was making a weird noise, and that she was eating normally, head-butting the other girls more than usual, and behaving quite vigorous. And SHE’S NEARLY DEAD! I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO! WHAT’S WRONG WITH HER?!
Answer: “She sounds like she’s in heat.”