The wind storm blowing through this morning has its first casualty: the fence containing the goats down on 40th St below I-5.
Or perhaps it was opportunistic goats: the wind blew leaves against the fence, the goats stood up against the fence to eat them off and ka-plump!, the fence tumbled down.
As of this writing, a cordon of volunteers, some with dogs (and at least one with a viking helmet) are lined up to ensure the goats don’t run amok in the neighborhood while the goat lady and city workers erect a temporary fence as a stopgap.
If you’re confused about why there are goats there to begin with, read Get Your Goat.
(Thanks for the tip, Becca!)