I looked out the window one day last week just as the goats were headed out to pasture. I went out (I think it was to let the geese out), and they all came running back to the barnyard on the off chance I might give them food.
That’s when I noticed two goats fighting in the lane. A closer look showed it was Myson and Zeus. What the heck? He was in Alcatraz.
Myson and Zeus
At least they were coming back from pasture.
Haley leading the way (Caroline beind; Myson in the door; Venus peeking through the fence)
I just had to wait until he came through the barn door and grab a horn. He was pretty easy to lead back to where he belonged.
Then they showed me how my twine around the “gate” was busted.
Casey, Moose (behind), Myson, and Zeus
Fat wethers were trying to play with him. They popped it open. Brats.
fat boy wethers
Of course, Clover had to be in heat.
Clover with Xerxes
That means another shot to prevent oopsie babies. I am really getting tired of this.
Teresa
Eden Hills 