Yesterday, Camille's boyfriend and his family came up for a BBQ. Even though we were keeping things low key, we were busy in the morning getting ready. Brett was busy outside, cleaning the pool and the BBQ area while I was in the kitchen making cole slaw and deviled eggs. Everybody arrived at 11:30 and the kids, all five of them, immediately wanted to swim. Plus Camille, of course. Six kids and Kersey were all in the pool at the same time. They swam for a good hour until they were too hungry to continue.
After the last hot dog and hamburger had been consumed, the kids went off to meet all the animals. One of the visiting boys, Grant (9 years old), was particularly fascinated with them. He asked smart questions and couldn't get enough of the horses, in particular. He picked up their personalities right away. Jackson: "he's very sweet and kind" Winston: "he gets jealous if you aren't paying attention to him and he is kind of silly." Flash: "He's the grown up horse." When it was time for them to leave, Grant walked down the barn aisle saying good bye to each horse. When they stretched their necks over the stall door, he reached up and wrapped his arms around their neck, and hugged them to his chest. All three of them. --and he'd never been around horses before.
An hour or so after they left, I headed down to the goat area to collect Bella.
We loaded her into the car and drove her to her new home -- back with the breeder. It was a beautiful drive to the farm, through the vineyards of Temecula and then down dirt roads through citrus groves.
The breeder sent her husband out the gate to collect Bella and we said goodbye. She will be treated with kindness here and she will live behind this tall fence. Bella proof.
She was quiet in the car on the way there and she didn't call to us when we handed her over. She seemed content and eager for her next adventure.
As we drove away, I felt a tremendous sense of relief. I had thought I might be emotional, and I was a bit sad, but overwhelmingly I was just relieved. No more worries about coyotes or loose dogs killing her while she was out roaming the community. She'll be safe now. She'll be with a big herd of goats. She'll have Fern to fuss over her and keep her healthy. She'll have goat toys and friends; she'll have love. Be good Bella! We'll miss you.