The day I put the goats out on the front pasture, I went out to take a few pictures for the blog. I saw someone standing away from the rest of the herd and was a bit surprised when I saw who it was.
Now, I am not surprised at a deer in my pasture, but this one has lots of cute spots yet. This is a baby.
This front pasture is goat-proof. That means it is baby deer proof unless they can jump a fence or are born in there. Yep, this little cutie is in my front pasture until it is old enough to jump the fence. It cannot get out. How do I know? Well, ninety goats and a crazy lady invading your quiet pasture will make you try to get out.
It didn’t work. I really wasn’t chasing it; I wanted to know if it could get out. I left the poor little one alone and fixed fence to get the goats back out of there. But I also had the thought that we’re in a severe drought. I went back out to check and see if there was any water in the one place it might have to get a drink. To my surprise the little one was back up under the oak tree.
Really, I wasn’t stalking the thing. I just was checking for water.
I guess the baby had come back up for some shade, or maybe it was the company.
Although, we don’t seem too sure about any of the invaders.
It checked out the goats.
It checked out me.
Then it was time to decide which way was more scary because the poor baby was stuck between the goats and me.
Obviously, I am the more scary of those two things.
Or maybe not.
Because the baby decided it was not about to stay anywhere on the top of the pasture with us. It took off to the bottom again.
Running by Reva and her kids
I put a water bucket out there where the water usually pools, so it should be likely to find it, and I shut all the goats and llamas off the pasture. I might move the two bucks out there, but I’ll give the poor baby a day or two to calm down. Hopefully, it gets big and strong and can jump the fence soon.
Teresa
Eden Hills 