Who's there?
I continue up the trail. But to my surprise, instead of dropping down behind the hill like I'd expected, the goat continues to browse through the tall brush toward the trail. Then suddenly its head comes up and it looks right at me. I hadn't thought of it, but I realize that what breeze exists is in my face. I'm not particularly trying to be quiet, but I am hiking alone in sneakers. I have inadvertently crept up on the goat.