The mom-and-baby herd were on walkabout this morning when I went out to do chores. The babies had taken the gate off of the hinges again, and this time they tipped it out far enough for the moms to slip through too. The goats had drifted from the back pasture across the front yard and up along the driveway by the alpacas, but had not made it to the huge stand of mountain laurels yet.
I am definitely getting used to goat issues. I didn't even blink or, actually, call them back. They knew that breakfast was coming, and they would head back when they were ready. It was the most peaceful serving-up of breakfast that I've done in a long time. I had all of the bowls filled and I was completely out of the way before the stampede broke back through the gate. Then I went around the swirling mass of munching mommies, re-hung the gate, and went on with my morning.