After we dropped Jade back at home, we headed out for a little Birding trip that we had just been starting when he asked for a ride.
We hit the Crossing where we saw a lovely pageant of kayaks near the aqueduct. Too busy for birding though so we ventured out into the country.
That is when things got weird again.
First we passed a shaggy little homestead, all grown up to brush and weeds, with a driveway straggling through it.
In said drive was a tiny little boy, blond and cute as a button, Wearing a plaid flannel shirt, which was in itself kind of strange, as I am pretty sure he was Amish. He wouldn't have come up to my elbow and was around four at the very most.
Between him and the road was a beautifully groomed, long haired, black-and-white Goat, a buck I think, wearing a bright red collar. The thing was literally the size of a small pony.
The boy was chasing it down the drive with a big, long buggy whip, hollering his head off.
The goat was standing all slab sided like they do, and up on tiptoe, with his head tilting to the side, debating whether to mind the whip or plant the boy.
We missed the final scene but I'll be the kid won.
But wait, still more.
As the sun dipped entirely behind the mountains and darkness fell, we saw something rolling down a steep hill towards us.
What the heck was that thing? Kinda bulky, really flying, like a low-slung motorcycle only wider.....no lights or any of those other silly fripperies.
The photo does not do justice to how dark it was; the camera is pretty good at finding ambient light.
They sure were having a lot of fun though, as were the kids in the wagon behind them.
It was a night for crazy, no two ways about it...but a nice drive just the same....