This sequence reminds me of that joke
Question: “Why do you keep hitting your head against a brick wall.
Answer: “Because it feels great when I stop.”
Why would two large billy goats carry on like this for well over an hour.
There wasn’t a female to impress. There wasn’t one anywhere in the neighborhood.
Too much testosterone, an insult maybe, or just boredom perhaps. Who knows?
After a while the two boneheads wandered off together, almost like the best of friends, tired but happy.
Goats are pests in the Flinders Ranges but I always thought they were smart.
Good Catch,
Friends like that, I don't know?
WTJ
Sometimes I feel like that with some of the people at work.