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Goats and the how stories (should) wake us up.

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Mara1 emerged from the deep woods two weeks later. She was healthy, more vibrant than her fence-jumping peers, and nursing triplets. They were energetic and happily plump.

Goats often have twins or triplets but often fail to feed them all. Most commonly one kid gets the most milk and grows the largest and the others stagnate or fail to thrive from the outset. Some researchers have speculated that herbivores lower in the trophic chain often over produce during gestation and then limit those who make it according to nutrient access. The more nutrients the landscape provides, the more they will let survive. The less nutrients, the less survive.

But Mara’s triplets were equal in size and nursed evenly, a balance of beauty, a garment of silk, brocaded and shuttle-woven.

She appeared at the milking barn right before sunset. We appeared moments later from the forest’s edge with a herd of goats. We found her laying on the barn’s concrete, three kids on top of her, playing, jumping, and she looked at us.

Hello again, her eyes seemed to say.

Hello again, Morgan bounced back.

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