Unfortunately, she's also back in heat. So nature dictates that she has to stand down at the gate and call for the boys. It breaks my heart to see her standing there with her head stuck through the gate, shuddering with cold, one leg dangling off the ground. But I can't convince her otherwise. So I left her a couple of flakes of hay next to the gate to eat whenever she takes a break from singing. And the water buckets are right there too.
Also, yes, I have coats for the goats. I could put one on her, but then she would get hung up trying to get to her favorite lunchtime rumination spot between the hayrick and the barn. It's lose-lose.
