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Goats, gripes, and grasping for greatness
It's a good thing that I don't have prized roses 
25th-Apr-2012 07:19 am
Goat-laugh
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.
Comments 
25th-Apr-2012 11:33 am (UTC)
I begin to understand why Anne's parents fence in the (toxic) plants instead of the animals.
25th-Apr-2012 12:57 pm (UTC)
There is an old joke about checking if a fence is goat- or sheep-proof. Take a bucket, and fill it with water. Throw the water at the fence. If any water goes through the fence, then so can a goat.
25th-Apr-2012 02:13 pm (UTC)
I guess I will need to flip one of the hinges on the gate.
25th-Apr-2012 09:01 pm (UTC)
Or I can put baby fencing across the gate again.
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