Goats are wonderful. Just when you think you know what they're going to do, they fool you.
Yesterday evening, around dusk, I drove the tractor out the gate from the pasture. The goats were in, so I didn't bother with the gate, figuring I'd get it the next morning. Well...I forgot about it and let the does out for their respite time. About two hours later, I walked out to the barn, glanced at the gate, and with a sinking feeling, saw that it was wide open. Somewhat perturbed,and a little abashed, I looked around. Where were they? Garden? Nope. Lawn? Nope. Pasture? No, not there either.
I carefully closed the gate as I scrutinized the area. Then I saw them, under the barn, sauntering and gazing in my direction.
I am still astonished. My does take great delight in escaping from the pasture at every opportunity. Why didn't they notice the open gate? Was the challenge gone? I chuckled to myself. Who can figure out goats?
Yesterday evening, around dusk, I drove the tractor out the gate from the pasture. The goats were in, so I didn't bother with the gate, figuring I'd get it the next morning. Well...I forgot about it and let the does out for their respite time. About two hours later, I walked out to the barn, glanced at the gate, and with a sinking feeling, saw that it was wide open. Somewhat perturbed,and a little abashed, I looked around. Where were they? Garden? Nope. Lawn? Nope. Pasture? No, not there either.
I carefully closed the gate as I scrutinized the area. Then I saw them, under the barn, sauntering and gazing in my direction.
I am still astonished. My does take great delight in escaping from the pasture at every opportunity. Why didn't they notice the open gate? Was the challenge gone? I chuckled to myself. Who can figure out goats?
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