After the freeze debacle and continuing allergy issues, I once again decided I just had to get out of the house and try to enjoy the goats’ company again. I put my mask on and picked up Popcorn in the barnyard. For some reason, he was the only goat up here, and I really want him to go out to pasture to eat with the rest of the goats. That was also a good excuse to go for a walk. Anyhow, we started out following the trail.
Popcorn
We took time to nibble the grass.
We came across the llamas down on the bottom.
Odie and Maybeline
Eventually, we found the herd! I was quite pleased to see that nobody was on the wrong side of the fence this time.
Well, mostly. Butterscotch was nibbling through the fence.
Butterscotch
A lot of the goats were grazing. Caroline rubbed against me so hard, she about knocked me over. Myson came up for cheek scratchies. It was nice.
Some of the girls were just lounging out there.
Holy goats, Hilda! How many kids are you going to have?
Venus
The kids were playing on the brush pile.
Then I turned around and saw Caroline–on the wrong side of the fence. Seriously?
Caroline
I went back and got another nice panel to chop up and keep them from going under the fence. I swear it’s a never-ending job.
Teresa
Eden Hills 
Your goats are looking fat and sassy! The babies are so sweet.
They are enjoying the all-they-can-eat pasture.
Are Hilda’s babies oopsie babies? I cannot keep track. And fences, always, fences.
Actually, Hilda’s kids were planned. She and a couple others are having my annual June babies.