I moved Richie and Alys out of the L-field this morning so that Novec can remove a dead tree from that pasture without worrying too much about gates.

I washed my hands. I took a shower. I washed my hands.

My left hand still smells like boy goat. The joy!

ETA: The tree guys just called. In concentrating on the goats, I totally forgot to move the truck out from under the other tree that they are taking down.

ETA2: Thunderbird to the rescue! He moved the truck and provided a quick playdate for Cleo-puppy. Huzzah for excellent friends!