For months and months, every time HB and I would drive to Brewer's Bay beach down the western road, we would see this enormous billy goat, the size of a bighorn sheep, with horns to match -- a veritable goat king. In fact, he's so large, that the first time I saw him, I thought he was a donkey. It seemed like I never had a camera on my way to the beach, so one day, after work, I resolved to get photos of him. I drove the same direction as always, but the goat king wasn't there. I haven't seen him since.
These goats that were on the Brewer's Bay west road the other day are members of his tribe, but even the sizeable billy on the mountainside there is nowhere near the majesty of the goat king.