Today was full of conversations, butterflies, goats, and good food. I did not wake up this morning and think I’m going to see a surfing goat today, but I did see a surfing goat today. It’s nice when life’s unexpected surprises take on the form of surfing goats.
I’ve heard good things about the Monarch Butterfly Grove at Pismo Beach. Monarch butterflies from west of the Rocky Mountains spend the winter on the Central Coast. I read this past week that approximately 34,000 were at the Pismo Beach grove. How could you resist seeing 34,000 butterflies?
Most of the butterflies were clustering in the eucalyptus trees. With their wings closed they looked like leaves.
One monarch butterfly was hanging out on a tropical milkweed on a table the docents at the grove had set up. The docent thought it might be dead. But it wasn’t dead yet (I saw its leg move).
The docents also had a caterpillar on display. One of the little larva’s rear tentacles was bent.
A few months ago I read an article in the local paper about a guy who brings his goats to the beach to surf. Today they were hanging hooves at Grover Beach.
The goats were not exactly technically sound surfers, but I must admit this: they have more surfing chops than me.
May life throw you a surfing goat today (or some other pleasant surprise).