The campers are enjoying their summertime in the woods. There is still a lot of food politicking going on, but with so much space for the eight bowls (yes, only seven goats), everyone can get a nose in a bowl for at least a little while. Dahlia is starting to dry up and stop calling for her kids to come relieve the udder pressure.
I continue to think that the shelters are palatial. I'm waiting for a report after the first real cracker of a thunderstorm, but I expect to hear that everyone stayed dry and safe.
Just arrived at camp!
Breakfast is served. Check out those tents!