A goat called Handbag
This morning after I'd spent quite a lot of time watching a newborn kid decide to give it a whirl, and making sure that Handbag had eaten up all the afterbirth and was giving ample suck, I remembered what had happened just after Handbag herself was born:
Just as I came round the corner of the house this HUGE wave came charging into the bay, beginning to break, but as hard as the wave tried to break forward in the direction it was travelling the wind pushed that little bit harder in the opposite direction, shoving the breaking water up and over the wave again, back in a long white plume reaching like a wraith right back out to the open ocean.
I applauded and jumped up and down and shouted "encore! encore!" at the top of my voice for at least 15 minutes, over and over and over and again and again and again and again.
When I'd done enough of that (for the time being) I did worry for a moment that somebody might've seen me and heard me and thought me a bit strange, but I quickly realised that if there are such people in this world then they're very probably best ignored anyway.
FAQ # 1
Q: So why did you call this goat Handbag?
A: Because that's her name.