RoongtheGoats

Kit backs up the truck so the bed meets the base of the steps to the roof, and Floppy steps right out to lead the pack. I’m out front, but they won’t take another step until I climb all the way to the roof. Then they stroll confidently up the zigzagging goat ramps and onto the famous grass roof.

Within seconds of their arrival, passersby on the ground are stopping for a look or photo, and children are yelling to their parents, “The goats are up there!” are

Floppy, Harry, Snickerdoodle and Snowflake will put on their show for a few thousand people throughout the day before the process is reversed in the late afternoon. Then it’s back to the barn to tell the stories of another day’s view from the roof.

Jill finally shepherds Harry into the barn to narrow the escape routes; Kit heads to the other end to be there to catch Harry at the exit; and soon Jill and I are hopping into the back of the pickup for the ride back to the restaurant.