When you are a passenger in the car there are so many things that never catch your eye otherwise. Occassionally this is in the category of "strange, but wierd". One day we were driving past the goat dairy and I happened to look over. There was a huge pile of what looked like shit. Or some other organic shit-colored substance. This was not a small pile. Nothing delicate about it. Nothing discreet. Just a large pile of the stuff smack dab in the middle of the pen.

Still, I reminded myself, this was a dairy. A goat dairy, which implies goats in large numbers and by extension the inevitable product of all goats.

The part that really caught me though, was that every goat in the herd was gathered around it with heads up and tails perked. Attention riveted to the pile. Were they waiting for some sort of sign? Was a diety manifesting from the pile? Had they suddenly realized why indoor plumbing was such a hot commodity amongst their two-legged keepers? I was waiting for the Second Coming to announce itself right there in a goat pen.

Then we drove past it. My mind still boggled at the sight of all those goats with full attention at the pile. Out of sight, out of mind.