Once I got the cows on the Back Forty, I set about moving the goats around. First, I let my moms out. They were very happy to see they could get to pasture.
Some took off without thought of their kids. Some kids followed and some stayed in the barnyard.
Pistol was a bit more conservative and made sure she had all three of her kids.
They had only been out there a couple of minutes, when my non-mom goats noticed their companions had been let out into the big pasture. It didn’t matter that they’d had access to the front pasture for the last couple of weeks while the moms were locked in the barnyard. Nope. They were still jealous.
They ran to join the moms. I’m not going to lie. I think a goose might have been run over.
Even my ten-year-olds joined in the race to the pasture (well, Millie walked regally out to pasture). Minnie and Meg were acting like spring kids!
Of course, when the two groups met, it required the typical head-butting and horn locking behaviors that drive me crazy.
It didn’t last long though because everyone wanted to eat.
There were family reunions. Star was quick to locate her mom, Vixen.
Everyone was happy with the move.
Litha’s quads found my thinking stone. I’m impressed!
Finally, the llama joined the party!
Everyone is on the Back Forty that’s supposed to be there!