For the last week I’ve been debating whether or not it was time to close the gates onto the back half of the Back Forty. I finally did it last night. I’m glad I did because the goats headed out to pasture before it was even light this morning.
That’s when it’s dangerous because coyotes do their hunting in the morning. I feel better now, but the goats were not happy.
Moira, Caroline, Daisy, Astra, Moose, Cutie and the whole gang
They might have even been silently demanding I open the gates. I’m pretty sure they were judging me.
Daisy, Maisie, Reva, Victoria
The whole herd was waiting for me to let them out there.
Caroline was especially sure the gates were going to open. That is not going to happen until the days get longer next spring.
It didn’t take long for them to decide it wasn’t going to happen and go back to eating.
The only ones who weren’t mad were the llamas.
Aurora, Maybeline, and Odie
Well, they were probably irritated, too, but at least they were just ignoring me instead of being demanding.
Teresa
