The Ranger really has been a blessing. It lets me get out into the pasture and see my goats.
The wethers just crack me up. Those boys are so funny.
None of the goats seem to sure of me sitting in the Ranger (even with the engine off). Minnie, our herd queen was really wondering if it was safe to come close.
Finally, my milking girl, Haley decided to check it out.
When the Ranger didn’t eat her, everyone else decided it was safe!
Of course, nobody was coming to love me up. They were just crossing the bottom that was mown. Millie might be mad at me and daring me to make her quit eating that hay.
Most of the goats just browse or fight their way across the bottom.
Then it’s up the next hill to keep eating.
At least I got to see them a bit closer. I can’t wait until I can walk with them again!