I find it amusing that the goats insist on re-establishing herd hierarchy once they are sheared, as though they are suddenly new animals. I wonder if the grease from the shears changes their scent, or if it's all just a brain-reset function from the short-term trauma of being sheared.
* The girls didn't just rip the barn gate off of the hinges. They ripped the hinges off of the barn. Way to go, girls!
It's about a month until goat babies arrive. It's time to start thinking about names...