I don’t know how it started, but Momma noticed it first. She saw our neighbor running to the goat pen across the street. She noticed some dark smoke, and put on her shoes and coat and said “Stay in the house and watch your baby brother!” She asked the neighbor if she should call the fire department, but was told they had been called. But she was asked to call the owner of the goats.
I watched from inside mostly.
The firemen got on their uniforms pretty fast. It took about an hour to get the fire out. I saw our friend, Mr Roe. He was doing a Tanker. He was filling up the other firetrucks that were running out of water. This is his Tanker, but not him.
I took lots of pictures (they are not the best because I was cold!) The firefighters probably weren’t.
Only one of the goats were harmed in the fire. They think tar got on him. So he has to go to the vet.